I scream. My whole body screams. Everytime his lips meet mine all I can see inside the kaleidoscope of my mind is your angelic face. When I hug him I close my eyes and imagine it is your eternal warmth enveloping my dry ice shell. Everything inside of my screams for you. Every time I see his limestone water eyes I wish they were your “Hoola Bronzer” browns. When I fall asleep it is your body I imagine that is behind mine and when I wake up I hope to see your smooth face carved from stone.
If he ever tells me he loves me, I will be telling him I love you too with the intention of it floating through the space of the world and making its way to you.
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Maria Jean
Poet. Photographer. Equestrian.
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