fog-filled days

imagine we stood, you and i, bold and naked before each other and spoke, with no pretense, all the words shielded deep within our hearts and sang songs of ancient loves realized. and were not tentative about the wild abandon we want to show each other. and started sentences with "and" just because we want to.

imagine we said "i love you" and it was not a need-filled expression and imagine our mouths were supple vessels of pleasure and not bent into rationality like carpenters molding trees into boats and buildings and other vessels made to withstand the ferocity of storms.

and picture, if you will, the you and i within the us who are brave enough to accept love instead of two lost souls who build up walls of self-protection and on the seventh day declare them good. walls designed around logic and rationality that keep out barking dogs and bitter battles.

imagine, my sweet love, that your words were symphonies and cheese and crackers all rolled into one and that my caresses were angel kisses and warm chicken soup and that we fought for peace, not victory.

and imagine that these words fall on your ears and you know they're for you and wonder how you know that ....and then imagine me wondering if you do.

but today, a day for hopeless romantics and the pain and the pleasure of you seems to have closed around my heart. like the fog outside that obscures the mountains and the road that brings me home to you.