shot of joy to beating hearts, 06.05.2019

tired muscles and heavy lids try to drag me away to sleep. the company and laughter of friends is but a shy balm to this dull ache. I go back a day, or maybe four, or maybe something in between. I'm there and I barely remember what was before. I can hardly see what's next. It's you and me, riding up that hill. You and me, smiling happy. You and me, looking through the cracks, brave enough to see a world outside our heads, brave enough to take the necessary steps and shake the foundations of our lives hard enough so that we keep finding our paths into each other. It's your warm body against mine riding Joan. It's a kiss under three blooming trees. It's naked bodies in warm Spring nights holding each other weightless, timeless . It's Arabic fire. It's a glass of wine in the rocks. It was but only a weekend.

I want more.