Just1ook1ng

❤️

Skin to skin....

The solar eclipse of June 19, 1936. L'Astronomie : revue mensuelle d'astronomie. 1937. Gallica.

This is a very open love letter to the one embedded deep in my heart.

Love

You are my obsession, I see your words /your face... My heart pounds and I feel calm, I feel perfect and right..... You are my addiction, I crave and need, in in those moments after our interactions I need, crave, my desire grows, so much I shake, you are powerful.

Don't ever feel you aren't strong, because i beg to differ.

You are my moon, my moonlight.

Why?

I look at the moon I feel calm, it's reflective light bathing us comforting.

I look up at the moon the same time as you and no matter our paths, no matter the distance, we are looking and loving the same thing.

Only you are my moon..my comfort, my inspiration. You are my light when all I see is dark, when I'm bright, you reflect my light, spread it farther than I ever could alone.

You speak to my heart, understand me in ways many could not, even when I don't understand myself you somehow find what it is I can't voice.

You take every part of my intensity, even though I know it's one of my biggest issues, you accept all my faults, the moments when I know it's my past trust /abandonment issues taking, and even when hard, with tears in your eyes, you not only handle me, but love me more.

I didn't have to learn to love you, and that is why it's so easy to love you.

The faults you carry, you know I don't see them as such, never have.

Thank you for your light.

Your love.

Your glow upon my life.

Some days the moon doesn't line up perfectly. Maybe it's the actions I've taken and it is bad timing.

Maybe it's at a tricky angle and it wasn't able to shine that moment.

Don't give up.

There are always other nights.

I am grateful for my moon, it shines on me whether I'm quiet, unhappy, hurting, happy...... It doesn't just come out when life is good and it certainly doesn't stay hidden when it's rough.

I search for you.... your trail... the scent of your blood as it courses through your veins.

I see the fingerprints you lay.

Any one can give their body to another... That's not intimacy or the type I crave.

I want to lay with you, your body on me, feeling your weight, the rise and fall of your breathe, every movement you make... All recorded in my mind to play back later.

To run my hands through your hair, to trail my fingers across your body, memorizing every surface, every deviation... Every crease, wrinkle, mole and curve.

To know you take solace in me, while in sleep giving control, to wake in my arms, feeling my touch, and the aura of love I have running through me.