Our world is made of words unspoken,
The subliminal text crossing boundaries that the written words between
Us simply can't begin to fathom.
We miss the warmth of the other's touch,
Sweet caresses that lull us both
Into some semblance of security in the other's arms.
The distance is terrifying to us,
Proving just how fragile this bond is,
That a loss of power, or a phone, can render us silent to each other.
Our nights are lonely,
The cold of separate beds, separate rooms,
Connected only by the ping of a ringtone, or the clicking of buttons.
Each new message brings a rush of heat,
Molten adrenaline racing into our systems to show that our bond never left,
Never faded, never died through the cold winter nights that plague our separation.
The cold brings yearning,
A cocoon made of blanket is nowhere as satisfying as the security of the other's arms,
A fire of emotion to keep us warmth through the dark hours.
Our interests, our passions, collide in an explosion of magics and imagination,
Elves and dwarves and orcs and dragons, werewolves and Vampires
Dancing, fighting, in the moonlight to complete their sacred quests.
A reach of the hand, a plea to follow, to play,
Pulls our games along for the ride.
Teases and taunts, giggles and full-bellied, laughs punctuating our short times together.
Any game, any joke, any taunt
Brings our hearts closer.
Ties them tighter.
Bonds that knot our stomachs and let loose the butterflies from their cages
Send shivers, waves, and shots of serenity
Plummeting through our systems, cementing our sense of peace.
