SHARE A MOMENT

Allow me to share a moment with you. Not here. Not you reading this, but an actual moment; us together, in person.  

I want to share a drink with you. Maybe, even a smoke. I want to sit back, relaxed on a comfortable seat with you by my side sitting as I am. Maybe, with an acoustic sound in the background and a good view of exposed water or a crackling big fire in front us. 

Share with me your thoughts. Not the ones that quickly pass but the ones that linger in your head, the ones that hold depth to your very being and to your wiring that makes you work and move. Share with me the emotions that flow through bloodstreams in your heart and plunge through the rest of your body. The emotions that sprinkle goosebumps all over the skin of your arms, the type of goosebumps that press against the sleeves of your shirt exposing its creator.

I want to taste the oak barrel in the accents of my favorite whiskey along the palate of my tongue as my gaze is glued to your lips as they crash against each other painting the masterpiece you are, as my nostrils drown in the thick smoke of tobacco that flows out of the cigar gripped between my fingers as the world around me exists only to distract me from your articulate curves that uniquely create who you are. My soul remains fixed on you. 

I want to hear you unconsciously illustrate how you are a part of this marvel we call the universe with stories of your experiences. I was to see your soul unfold word after word. I want to see your eyes squint as you attempt to remember specific details to your story. I want to see your cheeks stretched in excitement with the stories that produced memories you hold dear to your heart. I want to see your arms fly in front of you and your hands smacking the air back and forth as you use them to illustrate your story. I want to see you move effortlessly in this shared moment I will never forget. I want to see you alive in this moment as if we’re the only two people in this world and all other life only exists in our memories and we have to create the human race again with that alone, our memories, your memories.

I want to see you create life all over with just your words. 

I want you to speak life into existence again and again and again. I want to see how you hold the universe in the sparkle of your eyes and how you paint its truth to me with nothing but your body. 

I want you.