Love Letter

I dreamt of you all night long again.

Telepathic union… Good morning, My Love.

You are breathing with me. Our souls are one.

The days are getting shorter.

We are closer to the day when my sweat crystallizes with yours.

I got a new bathing suit made from plastic water bottles

so I can learn how to surf.

I am alone in the forest.

You have me placing my fingers in my mouth,

one, two… You have me writing things I cannot share here.

I can stay out in the heat all day

knowing my sweat belongs to you.

I could run a marathon, I know I could

because I can wait for you.

A gentle harness tells me to slow.

The second half of the music for Steadfast

will be written together.

For nine months out of every year for the rest of your life

you get to enjoy me naked in our garden.

And let’s be real, we know I’ll be outside all winter too.

I see us embracing in a pond.

It could be a memory from the past or the future.

We are, from afar, exchanging spit constantly.

We could consider land,

and build our own home.

Although our garden is private,

the love it emanates is far-reaching;

crossing time and space to guide us through the gate.