I’d write you a letter if I could. One that could record the beating of my heart when I think of you. It’s pace and rhythm, pacing at an exhilarating rate when you appear right before me, skipping a beat when your hand touches mine, slowing to a halt when our lips caress one another ever so gently. Its magnitude strong, pushes against my chest, begging for the ribcage to let it out so that it can get closer to you. It’s warmth from the blood pumping, makes me feel like I could take on anything, anything that comes at me, be it an ice storm in northern Greenland, or the freezing deep sea, I’d be fine. Yet I can’t. All these feelings, translated to merely ink on paper.
I’d write you a letter if I could. One that could capture the colors within my mind when I think of you. It’s temperament blooms like the powdered colors during the festival of Holi, painting the walls that were once empty. Bringing it life, tingling every inch of my body with emotions. Taking over, making me think crazy things that I could do to justify this overwhelming passion I have for you. To climb Everest, to swim the sea of the poles, to jump down a cliff that’s a thousand miles tall, just to proclaim my love for you. My brain, etched to the seat of its chair, charged with the energy blessed by the thoughts of your presence. It peaks and it’s focused, on the only thing that matter, you, you and you. Cause when you’re around, even when it’s just my thoughts, you become everything, my nutrients, my soil, my air. Yet I can’t. All these feelings that drives me insane, can only be translated to mere ink on paper.
I’d write you a letter if I could. One that could exude the bliss induced in my soul when I think of us. Our energies touch, intertwining like two serpents mating in the dark. Inseparable. Inexplicable. Insatiable, for I lust for your love and every inch of you. The knot from our strings tied expounding its intensity, as we hold each other so closely. I can feel your fingers dig deep into my lats, your hamstrings right on my hips, and every part of you wrapped ever so tightly around me. Your breath, gasping right down the bridge of my nose. Your stomach pressed against mine. Your warmth mine, and mine yours. Our eyes closed, yet our core shines brighter than the sun could ever shine. Like a phoenix about to burst from the cosmic egg, and birth into the rising sun. Your love hails the tides of my sea, calling me to come closer to you. For every drop of water in my ocean belongs to you. Every high and low that you’ve summoned, and every crash against your wall, makes me feel like I’m walking on the clouds of heaven. For your love liberates me from the depths of hell and the grasp of God itself. Yet all of these, all these feelings, can only be translated to mere ink on paper.
I’d write you a letter that’d show my love if I could. Sadly, I couldn’t. So, for now, I’ll write you this letter with mere ink on paper.
