Spinning my world around,
wrapping that thin thread tightly around my finger, and letting the ends go,
creating swirls of color,
warming my heart,
my cheeks a rosy pink
A small window of you and me,
natural laughter escapes us both,
as we share this seemingly insignificant moment,
and then I hold your gaze,
and poor myself like pink lemonade into your beautiful mess of self
mmmm, I just love it.
And because this is my dream,
I hold your hand in my little ones, and kiss it, and place is on my chest, and you can feel my heart racing while I stand next to you, or even look at you
And in this place, I'll let you see me... all of me, just who I am.
You're wonderful, gorgeous.
And everything's right, and we don't care what they think.
Would you like to blow bubbles with me outside in the backyard? Wouldn't that be fun? How silly is blowing bubbles?
I love how silly you are.
I'd love to bake a giant cake and just throw huge thickly frosted pieces at you, and then I could laugh at how it got on your face, and you'd sneak up behind me and smear some in my hair, and then we'd just wrestle til we were laughing SO hard we couldn't breathe.
How wonderful... and I'd be beautiful, even covered in vanilla frosting, and you'd lick some off my shoulder...
And you just love me.
And I can turn your smile on infinity times, and its radiance never falters, or flickers... just a constant joy,
and even when you're sad, you can curl up in my lap, and you better know it that I'd hold you, and brush your tears aside with my thumb.
And yeah, I'll shut up and sit there with you and pour all of my love into you, because I know you need the silence sometimes.
And this is my dream,
and you'll never doubt me.
But listen to me now--
speaking of love and bubbles and cake frosting...
it's as silly as the thought of me and you.
My dreams soften this cold reality up a little -
and missing you isn't so bad.
