Freewrite: 9.27.11
Freewrite: Seasons
If i were to imagine love, i would see calm blue shadows dancing smoothly to the songs of hummingbirds singing wild and free. Laughter mixing with marvels, silly moments gliding smoothly into debates because today, neither of us is able to stay in one mental space for too long, so we float, together and free.
If i were to imagine love, i would imagine peals of laughter floating from my lips creating curls of ribbon I use to wrap around my waist to make me feel pretty, the way you do every time you’re near. The sun shining brightly, allowing our glow to radiate heat. Coasting gratefully along this ocean of us. Happy here. Warm and full.
If i were to imagine love, it would look like quiet afternoons stretched out on cushions and fluffy carpets. Tea and fruit pieces laced between moments carrying mountains of conversations and silence. Ideas. Poetry. Art. Life. There would be no questions there, only anticipation and conclusions. Fingers tracing the outlines of faces, hands reaching for hands, lips pressed against palms, safety conveyed with the slightest touch. Smiles. Sacred. Us.
Where there was once fire, there are now carefully crafted melodies, hummed in harmony, blended by us. i imagine meals baked slowly in glass dishes, placed on a towel in the middle of the living room floor, a fork for you and a fork for me, shoulder to shoulder, feet rubbing and warming feet, heads bent with laughter as lips rest on the bridge of my nose, briefly, softly, sealing the moment solemnly. No words exchanged. I love you too.
