Rifting the Divide

Leagues of water separate us and with a thought she feels my touch. With a push of her consciousness I feel her curl up into my back, sending the shiver down my spine that you all know so well when your lover snuggles up to you as you settle down for night’s rest. Half awake I extend my arm and caress her neck, I feel her gently touch my eyelids and her groan rides on the clouds causing my throat to vibrate as I growl my intentions upon the moon so she can read them at her whim, and so others can be inspired. Its another day and the sun sinks behind my back. I feel my skin come alive as I recharge myself from the ever present mother of the night. I speak into the wind, sending my emotion to the shade of my heart, “ This distance, this disillusion, I cling to memories as your presence builds within me. Sleep brings release, drawing us closer, as I stare at your eyes riding on the moon.” In the still of the night she rests her head on my shoulder and I smack my lips in anticipation for when she’s actually there, but for now, until I can move continents what will be will be, and I’ve never felt happiness’s caress before the way it sparks upon my soul now.