the sensation of missing you

walking through the cobble stoned streets. I surf into my email account and see your name there. a sting in my heart, a flash of warm, tangerine colored love through my skin, through my body. closing my eyes and imagining my face next to yours, my hands exploring the landscape that is you. the sensation of you. the love I keep close to my heart. the longing that lifts me. the love that carries me, that I carry, the love that transforms, the kind of love that burns and aches and soothes, that frees you rather than binds you. I would envy us too.

känslan av nyduschad, mjuk hud, nytvättat hår, the feeling of hunger och känslan av mättnad som sprider sig som värme från magen. stannar i känslan. andas in den.
det var nästan en månad sen jag skrev. jag undrar varför jag inte skriver så mycket längre.
the feeling of words pouring from my fingers