sorry i've been quiet (i've been the beach without sea- only a whisper of wind),
i've been eyelid deep in the kind of love you only ever read about.
spending nights drinking city lights from his eyes of bright
and mornings inhaling him. (it can never soak in quite enough)
i will write something soon
(i have already written many somethings, we have, but i will write these moments like photographs for you and maybe you'll feel the warmth spread a little and you will feel the magic between your toes- the magic i am living)
i want the world to know how special this is. (he is he is he is so beautiful)