The day is strewn along like a slow slog of motion...keeping moving...facing forward...the dull lifescape of a lone highway with no radio reception. Static noise, maybe a snippet of some country western AM radio station...or a cell phone with no service.
A day empty of you...a colorless gray, a straightness of boredom, the only stimulation comes for the arc of the sun as it slides across the day and changes shadows and angles.
I hear voices of others, extend hands in greetings, airbrush kisses to some and I want only to close my eyes to the din and the noise. The familiar shapes are just mile-markers in a day, I pass them and continue...I am not heading towards you, an unhappy circumstance but I goddamn know where you are.
Or rather where you are not.
Because I can feel when you are near...like a full moon to tides. I feel the gravity....the air changes slightly, more perfumed. Cleaner...
Cleaner...
I feel cleaner when near you...cleanest when beside you. The day washed away and the night portending, the twilight waiting to pounce upon us and the last light of the sky diminish about the moment my eyes close in a kiss.
But not tonight...tonight is a cloaked sky, enveloped with clouds, diminishing moons and a headwind.
A cold breeze...not cool...it is a wind devoid of scent...just a slight razor burn across the face...not refreshing or enchanting...
But the solace of the potential...the possibility...
of feeling the sweet slow breathing of you in a morning...the relaxed state of you...your eyes closed, a horizontal line of them in your sleep...the same angle as the line of the road that I travel...
And follow the the sun like the movement of your eyes from fully awake to ultimately asleep...
And I hurry so I might be able to kiss you awake.
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