2 Tequila Bottles

Copper

I wake and every living cell of my body wishes to be ignited by the touch of your hands.

I sleep and I see the sun hitting your face as we walk along a forest trail.

I wake and I think of the possible things you might be doing every second of everyday.

I sleep and your hair reflects upon my eyes, the wind blows and I run my fingers through the orange yarn across your skull.

I wake and I sense your essence miles away, the wood of your clone is enhanced by the pines outside.

I sleep and your small yet bright green eyes compel me to ignore your burning face that hides embarrassment.

Night and day, it will be you. Your presence. Your soul. Your mind.

You.

It will always be you.

-L.B.

July 10,20