Love Letter

Lover,

I've lived in abandoned hallways,
where dreams do not exist.
I have slept under starless skies,
where wishes have long been extinct.
I have drowned within seas of tears,
that never fully dry out.
I have survived without living,
in worlds where only darkness thrives.
I have laid down my head,
broken with the burden
that lived in the possibility
that you might not exist, period... anywhere.

So foolish was I to dwell on the scars.

You ask me if I really love you...

I love you in ways
that have not been seen
since the age of the gods.
I love you in words
that have not been written
since the time of Pangaea.
I love you in flavors
my tongue has never tasted...
Yet, still bares the burn of their memory.
I love you in music
made without instruments,
without voices, without meter.
I love you in artwork
that requires no brush strokes,
no charcoal, no easels...
it is a painting as constant as the sky,
and changes with the same frequency.
I love you in tears,
and in smiles,
and in hands,
and in sighs...
I love you in ways
that pulls the earth from my feet,
and gives me clouds as platforms.
I love you in the morning,
when I am laying down to dream
of your hands and face and kiss.
I love you in the afternoon,
when I wake to thoughts of you
cradling me in your arms.
I love you in the evening,
as I bury myself in books,
and imagine it is your voice reading the words to me.
I love you at night,
when you are there,
and I am here.
When we are together,
but so far apart...
with those words still reaching to me...
Where I fall over in laughter.
Where my cravings for you become
closer to satisfaction.
Where I learn of you
in bits and pieces,
putting them together
not like a puzzle,
but like an abstract sculpture
that is full of bends and curves,
flowing lines...
running my hands over pure beauty,
and telling myself this is you.
Forever evolving, changing, growing,
innately lovely, complex...
simplistically opening my windows,
and streaming in
Joy
Pleasure
Curiosity
Lust
Compassion
Friendship
Love
Love
Love
In a cacophony of various forms...

Sometimes,
when I am broken,
I can feel your hands
inside...
working
to put it all back together.

I love you timelessly...

-Yours

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