I stand at the top of the mountain looking forward to see the great expanse that lies in front of me. I stretch my arms out to embrace the air that gingerly dances around my body and plays tag with my skin – I am it. The temperature is perfect – not too hot, not too cold. I close my eyes and breathe you in. All of you. My heart pulses to the fire sweet rhythm of my soul.
I am still in love with you.
Your invisible presence never leaves, even when I am red hot coal. Even as I burst like a firecracker in early July.
My instinct is to fall blindly into your arms. To swirl like the galaxies and flow eternally like a petal lost in the winds.