gray eyes, soft like a old sweatshirt you wear to football games and for curling up on the couch in the rain. gray like the rain falling from the sky warm like the sun, shining on top of a mountain just before noon. gray the haze over the sea, wispy fog drifting through the overpass gray like the softest parts of the night. gray has never been so beautiful to me.
it has been too long since you have been in my bed - my soul craves you like the ocean is drawn to the sand you are the moon pulling me in waves, out to sea i go, with only the stars in your eyes to guide me, too long, since i have felt my feet on the shore, it is no matter, i will wait.
you are the sun warming my face while i sit precariously on the edge of some far away tall place. and you are the smell of rain in summer musky and sweet and calm. you are a house - built with strong bones and a kitchen that smells inevitably like coffee and warmth. you are blue and green and gray like the sea. soothing and beautiful, filled with mystery, still. you are laughter and safety, a joke poised on pursed lips and light so bright the sun is only a dark smudge. you are are music and dancing spinning in time with mother earth; melodies that i hope i hear forever.