The Blood & The Bones

The little cabin.

This is where the dream of you and I will always live.

Rustic, warm and tucked away.

Just like the whole of your heart.

And in that place, you feel me over and over again. You talk and you laugh and you love.

Days in bed, the poetry of our hips and our fingertips. Never satisfied, one more touch of my mouth against you. And then one more.

I watch the snow as it tickles the leaves that blanket the ground from many autumns. Everything begins to glisten in moonlight.

Crackling fire, tinkling glass, sock covered feet upon the hardwood, pages turning and the sound of your breathing.

I look up and see you at peace and to me this is everything.

This fantasy, this little place within the woods.. I’ll always dream I’m meeting you there. This holiday in my head for you and I. We will never know the reality of it as more than just miles stretch between us.

I tried. I see now there are some things destined to always be a what might’ve been.

But this will not stop me from praying to meet you there in my dreams when the sky goes black for all of the nights in this life that I am given.

LL~