March '10

I think about you standing out here in the cold...
Tungsten and fluorescent above me, around me.
The sky is dark, the pavement black, and my jacket matches their color or lack thereof.
I'm a little chilly, sure, but I've got you on my mind and that keeps me warm...
that and my jasmine tea with honey and cream.
Really though, the little sips warm my thoat and mouth, but I'd much rather your lips...
your rosy flesh is the finest heat.
It's such a small source, but it is beyond concentrated.
It warms my hands, my lips, the flesh of my chest that you press against, yes.
The warm runs further;
it does not crawl or creep in, but it jumps in, pushes its way in forcefully...
past the epidermis,
past the sternum.
The cold pump deep inside my chest burns up by your touch,
and you touch not only by flesh but tonight you warm by thought.
Warmth hits my chest,
it fills my chest,
and it trickles down my arms and into my fingers.
A corner of my mouth turns upward as the warmth rises to my neck like it's the rim of a cup.
My cup runneth over tonight, today.
My love spills this way and that and I pray pray pray that you get a good splash.
I pray that you receive the warmth and love that I try to project and live out,
even though I am flawed so so so.
I love you, Ashley.
You mean the world to me, and though I find fear knocking at my door now and again,
I never answer.
You're precious and rare.
Beautiful beautiful girl.
I love you more and more as we go along.
... and I hope we go much further.
I love you, Ashley Renee.
I love you.