I haven’t been swept off of my feet in a while, and to be honest, I sort of miss it.
Long has it been since I grinned from ear to ear like a chocolate colored Cheshire cat.
No debates lost on purpose just to see him gloat for 20 minutes.
The word “hello” has not been traced down my spine during an embrace as of late.
The crook of my neck knows no voice now.
Motor memory still remains, lightly stroking the shoulder blades of my dreams.
My body still bends itself into the small spoon, unaware that the only thing conforming around it is the marble-like cold of an empty bed.
My passion is starting to suffocate between the covers of this book.
Restless words form chains and snake their way around my vocal chords and distress my features, making it more difficult to allow that moonbeam you call a smile to release and rediscover my voice, cast my gaze into the heavens of your face, and whisper my love into your heart. Letting your universe envelope me, like a reverse big bang.