to all of my beloveds

nieve

love #3

my enchanting nieve,

as the hand on the clock strikes midnight, and the sky breaks open in a vast ether, the gelid of the northwest winds send shivers through my skin, and i am reminded of your fingertips. the way in which they'd glide over my cheeks, the slightest of contact always left me breathless.

the simper that would break across your face at my reddened ears, would cause my heart to beat as if it was trying to break from my ribs,

i cherished these junctures where you'd let your hair down, the brown of your eyes lightening with exposed sensitivity. it was these thoughts that tousled in my mind as i laid upon my duvet, thinking of your hard exterior and rather delicate disposition. how easy tears could fall from your lashes as you danced, emotion and feeling coursing through you.

i could see it so vividly. it was clear in how your toes stepped to the cracked stone, the bluebells that hung from blades of grass gleamed with pure starlight, and to the sound of my poor flute you swayed.

in this particular moment in time, as the seconds that passed slowed and you leaped in front of the novae that glittered, i realized that my affections for your smile, your tears, your voice, and your body had all grown into love.

my core had pound so hard that i couldn't help but whisper it aloud, and when you turned to me with that contagious exhilaration i felt it seep into my own bones and i repeated it louder.

i said it as much as i wanted, and much as my vocals would allow before you wrapped me in your arms and together we sank to the ground. your kiss that night was especially cold, yet it was fervent in the way you moved your tear-stained lips.

after we'd spent the rest of our night together in my bed, you'd whispered it back to me as you thought i'd slept.

i love you, with as much of my soul as i can offer you.

you make me feel oh so alive, oh so free, and for that i am eternally grateful. my yearning for you had not subsided in all this time; a permanent side effect from your affinities and care. however, even now i wouldn't trade my life spent with you for even the most beautiful house in the world.

it is in this sentiment that i end this letter, as my head grows dizzy from want. please come back to my side soon, bluebell.

- Q.