The Restless Heart

I felt you against my skin today, in quiet rain kisses. Your shadow stood vigilant under the silent light of the stars. It watched me move about softly on bare feet across the damp, cold ground. A night wind slower than Winter’s breathing moved meticulously over my face, leaving traces of your cool fingers against my cheek, rosy from the cold. And now I am cuddled under blankets of aquamarine and white, wishing for your heartbeat against my ear while we lie soundlessly in each other’s arms. If we laid that way long enough, we would grow together like roots beneath the ground of an ancient tree. Eventually there would be no more you and me, just us, wrapped together as we swallowed sunlight.