a billet-doux
A silhouette of the trees hold me and I fall in love.
A compression that is painless and bold. There is this soft caress that whispers, and I am entirely at ease. Comfort, comfort. No aches.
This embrace is as new as it always has been. Time seems to pass slightly. Every moment feels fresh, unused, appealing.
There is no uncertainty, no questions; only statements that are fluid and ever lasting.
He feels like spring. I blossom at dusk and continue to sprawl past dawn.
There is this blissful blush of fresh air that I wallow in whenever an opportunity is presented.
No stagnation, we expand. Grow, grow.
This process of florescence stages its way through our timelines deliberately.
Our tenderness is strategic — warm, warm.
He is spring. He ascends through me at all junctures; I am captivated.
written on March 22, 2021
