Sometimes, I open my eyes when the sun is just rising over the dark horizon. I twist my body to look out the window, just as I am on the edge of a dream. I lick my lips and they taste of nectarines and peaches and cherries. They taste of you. The orange sky seeps into my skin like a burn, yet the warmth reminds me of your body. I love the way that you are a part of me just as I am a part of you. I lay back into my messy sheets and move my legs like a puzzle piece–– time passing by into the late morning. A crow howls into the bustling clouds. I am reminded of why I wake up in the morning.
To the light of my life: as we talk about our love reaching to the farthest corners of the infinite galaxy, our own galaxy has begun–– right in this intimate, fleeting and precious moment.
