Swoop

Swoop.  

Fly.  Be free.  Your wings amass, you rise into the air.  You are a beautiful sight.  They look and you, and they wish they were you.  They wish it so much it aches.

Conflate.

Unite.  Become one.  Tell him that you can't stay away, that the world is in consensus that you should be together.  You place your hand on his and it feels like you have two hearts.  You smile.

Ripple.

Be an eddy.  Be a wave.  You look back once, then dive into the water.  It feels so, so good.  It feel so good that you are goodness.  It's just the goodness.  The goodness and you.  

Whisper.

Murmur.  Say it out loud.  Tell yourself who you are.  Where you've been.  What you've done.  You are your own mystery, but you finally solve it.

Sleep.

Close your eyes.  You talk to them, the long blue silences.  Tell them how perfect you think they are.  How exquisite.  How very peaceful.

Stroke.

Touch.  Reach out your hand.  You like it because no one pulls away.  It feels good.  Acceptance.  You lie there and watch the clouds.  Taste the clouds.  Be the clouds.  

Remember.

Think.  Reminisce.  Watch them come and watch them go.  You feel the feeling of knowing it's true.  

You like it.