Howling Love

Each step is like I’m walking on mist for not a sound mumbles from beneath my feet. With everything in full bloom I can’t locate your scent, my palate is overwhelmed, and as I fight to sift through all these smells of fauna and flora I close my eyes… ……there you are, smiling like your very thoughts tickle you, and my heart has tears streaming down it missing you. I can feel your chin against my chest, your body pressed to mine as if we were from two molds made to fit together. Tangling my fingers in your hair to keep you as close as possible you nuzzle up into my neck and my body shivers for the warmth of your soul is missing in this facade. My eyes come open to the rising of the Moon and my mind wunders if you caught it tonight, it slowly rolls higher as anxiety claws at my back and I work my way to the upper levels in this mountainscape. Anxiousness has worked its hands to my throat trying to cut off its ability to take in air but I’ve gotten above the tree line and I begin my heart filled, mournful dirge. My howl starts out soft filling the heavens with my sorrow and expelling these fingers from my neck, reforming the constellations into my poem of longing. With my next breath I send it on its way as if it was an email. My next serenade of the Moon picks up volume, it converts to emotions and colors, and as the red of love slashes upon the satiny night sky they swirl into maroons of lust and purples of romance spiraling away as my intensity increases making this firework like kaleidoscope crackle and spark. I reach the end of my concerto and the raw emotions climb into the night, throat burning Love's teeth tears off a piece of my heart, spitting it in the air for my emotions to carry away under the moon to tuck in your pocket… …feel it throb, it pulses only for you.