I am in love with this summer.
The humidity sharing space with rain-cooled air, it’s lips lightly pressed to my skin. The sun has been kept humble and the clouds have been fair so that i am unsuffocated by heat or gloom or light or wet but all blend together so that i feel loosely kept - wanted the exact perfect amount to feel loved but never constrained. And some unnamed piece of my soul is mirrored each day in the days shades, it’s unhurried pace, it’s soothing tones. A similarity so clear that I yearn to describe it, but so meaningful that I can’t.
It’s not a gushy, giddy love. but a smoldering, hushed-tones love. Carried out in the depths of your heart for none to see.
A love whose glances slip out secretly from under long eyelashes and whisper over his body before dissipating like smoke in the air.
Sensing this summer’s imminent presence on my skin, my hair raises softly, and then I hear him rustling leaves that sound like rain and my mouth gets dry and but I stay quiet to receive him.
It’s the feeling of love before anything at all happens yet I am crushingly thrust outside any normal sense of time or place, knowing we will never meet or speak outloud. The only instrument of love I have are my senses and I fling them out to meet him.
All that there is of this love are my senses returning to me filled up.
Comments (2)
So wonderfully said. I adore your imagery and the gentleness of your prose. It’s intoxicatingly beautiful.
It’s wonderful to see you here, Tara.
I loved how right around the same time so many of us (blog writers I follow) wrote our praises to this rainy weather - it confirmed the magic i’ve been feeling for me. I was so happy to be able to share it!