Dating : From The Archives

From The Archives

I opened my eyes this morning

with an urgency

to feel your body against mine.

To tangle my legs with

yours.

Wiggle my toes onto the tops of your feet.

My heart must have grown during the night,

is that why I woke so

exhausted?

A growing heart with love is hard work.

Our bodies mashed together,

I already can’t imagine the undoing of us.

I woke to wanting you more.

Your whole being dissolving into

mine

Me into

yours.

Done so irreversibly. Permanent.

You can’t unbake a cake, or even remove the icing without

leaving its

sweetness

behind, hidden under the layers

soaked in the crumbs.