Quick,
\ndo not let me die
\nwithout touching you one last time.
\nDo not go away without looking back.
\nI blow a kiss to you.
\nI open my hands
\nto fill them with your face.
\nTo feel your hair on my fingers.
\nTo hold your breath,
\nas it pours over my palms.<\/p>\n
This door will never close.
\nThis window to your fragrance.
\nThis soul that listens
\nto the words you say,
\nlike fruit falling from a tree.
\nForming words, telling stories,
\nsinging with the cadence of living.<\/p>\n
Let me watch you
\nwalk on your errands,
\ncome up the stairs,
\nlisten to the room
\nsound with your lifting, shoving,
\nmoving on the carpet.
\nEverything you do
\nthat fills me with completeness.<\/p>\n
A festival inside the spaces of a day,
\nwhen I have you with me,
\nand I need nothing more
\nbut you,
\ncoming and going,
\nsitting beside me,
\nwith a smile curving on your face,
\nlike a shore,
\nopening its mouth to the sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Quick, do not let me die without touching you one last time. Do not go away without looking back. I blow a kiss to you.…<\/p>\n