Texts I Should Consider Sending

You turn my eyes from eclipse shadowed to a solstice sun: you draw out my light so well.

I am fascinated by your hands, how delicately they lie, how strong they hold, how firm a fist they form, how hard they hit, I’ve felt it all.

No, not all, not yet.

To see your smile tread the path of your laugh-lines deeper into your face when we’re together is a privilege.

Every time you touch me, the static shock jumps from your fingertips to my back and travels down my spine. It’s as if we are living as the Creation of Adam in that split second. In that moment, you turn me God-Touched.

You’ve become a muse, an inspiration in your mere existence. There are more stories living in the sounds of your laughter than you give yourself credit for.

Sometimes they find their way into my own, and our tales dance, fables and autobiographies intertwined.

I want to hear them all. Every last word.

You take me as I am. Defend me from that which would hurt me, which is to say you defend me from myself. I’ve been unable to shove you out of the way of the shotgun my shadow holds - you know too well it won’t hurt you like it would hurt me.

I say I’m not worth it and you tell me to accept that I am.

I want to say so much that I don’t know if I can utter yet.

I want to tell you the stories my heart beats to me in the silence of the evening. Name them the phonetics of learning love.

There’s so much I want to tell you.

Like I want to tell you that I love you.

I want to tell you all the reasons why.

I want to show you all the ways I can.

One day I will.