Words cannot express how totally awesome it is to be sitting at home on my own couch, (he'll say how quickly I forget it's all his) drinking coffee out of my cup, listening to the summer birds doing their thing. Even if I have to brave the chicken coup (we have a painful and dark history), and leave in a few hours, it's still awesome for the moment.
I have a few posts scheduled to keep the blog alive. Home has been inspiring. I'll catch up on with everyone whenever I get another chance. Hopefully, in about a week, I'll be able to start being home more.
From last night...(It's getting a tad ridiculous, I'll admit that, but I'm not entirely convinced that pining is quite as bad as whining...
Every fucking moment, it's there. Under my skin, floating on the inhale of my breath, the way move when I think of you, the intent every single time that I wash my skin. Your skin.
I feel you in everything that I do, in all that I am.
I hear your voice in my ears when leaves chatter softly, "Mine".
I feel you in the way the wind touches my skin
in the weight of your collar around my neck
and the caress of water flowing down my body.
The things that I do for this body I live in remind me...
I breathe for you
I need you
to breathe me in
to set my soul on fire
and remind me that I am alive
that I live
Because we are always. No matter what. And I am, always...Yours. No matter what.