The Sensation of You

I would like to become her canvas soon.

Her hands

slow,

gentle.

Her flesh

soft,

warm.

Inhale. Exhale.

Breath begins to sync as I think to myself,

I've had visions of this day.

I've searched road maps to you.

Sitting in hope and doubt.

I wonder if you're a dreamer like me.

After many circus acts and magicians,

I can finally see.

I can believe what I hear,

what I see.

You're real and yet I write you love letters in secret.

A lovey wanderer hoping you can see me... feel me too.

I snap out of this daydream only to find ink smeared on my hands and the page

But I would like to become her canvas soon.

-O.G.