Sunsets seem cliche, even ordinary.
But I want to kiss you at the start of the sunset. I want to.
I want you to stay with me for a weekend.
No, a day will suffice.
Even an hour or minutes fleeting…
Because I need your love to spark my imagination.
I don’t want to die, in this logical side of things.
I need your love soon.
I look forward to the start soon.
I am willing to show you things you never thought existed:
Like love that twists, expands and transforms your very soul, our very souls, and this very world we perceive.
Please. I need your warmth soon.
I need to express my warmth, and protection.
I want to kiss you as the sunsets.
I want to hold your hand, and kiss your very skin, allowing my mind to go away into our love escape.
This is no honeymoon.
This is simply a date, but I think of the future so much, and you are there.
You are the spark that is needed.
And this isn’t easy…
I am optimistic, and my optimism sparked this piece.
But your love completes.
I need your support often.
Your divine male…
I will yield as you yield.
And we grow, as these written pieces unfold.
My dear Emily.