Listening to favorite music,
my mind is traveling,
seeing if I can keep up
just rolling and rolling
my head seems to spin
wanting somehow to let go,
stop trying to legitimize
everything.
Instead,
think about a time
when that mattered,
you know,
thoughts crossing my mind,
I think about all those things
that made me want to lose myself,
let my body move through the air,
dive deeply,
let my heart and soul
every fabric of my imagination,
like a rain swept afternoon,
damp and chilly
waiting for warm soup at home,
like a summer day,
feeling the heat beat down on our bodies,
our skin baking,
and sliding along each other’s limbs,
that winter morning,
dressed with scarves and layers,
feeling the bitter cold air
go after our naked nose,
and liking every moment of feeling so alive.
It’s romantic isn’t it
to think of such beautiful things,
just holding the one we love.
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