I long to write about her.
About her eyes, her sense of humor & her laugh.
All the small details are stories I want to put it into words.
She's infinity & I am curiosity, now we're a pair of hands fitting together.
I long for her, so I write it down, may she read my beating heart & find herself in every word.
My mother raised me in gardens, in ravines & the hollows of trees.
She taught me to worship women with eyes darker than the sea; with shoulders like altar tables & spines of steel.
So it’s no surprise I find myself falling for a woman with a mind that burns brighter than any flame I’ve held between two hands, a woman with a mouth of a goddess. When she speaks the air turns to magic.















