Thunder Thighs

Denim on denim; it was all so beautiful. Our hands entwined and fingers curled together. The bed was soft and so was my heart. Every movement, every kiss, every pulse… It was magic. Eyes that match the deep ocean would always sink me into a place I wanted to stay. Let me get tangled in your hair— in your words. We’ve walked through every season and now I just want to do it again. Let us fall in the leaves and chill in the cold. Let our bodies thaw and sweat as our chests embrace. When I look at you, I don’t just see you, I see the whole world. I see everything I wasn’t able to see before. I see people, and emotions, and nature. The world is a glorious place. I always thought I appreciated it, but I truly didn’t until now. I have this desire to create so people can understand this strange mind of mine. I want to put our life upon a canvas. I have my dark days where I hide from the world. I get lost in my head. Every word I hear hurts. I’m sorry for these days. But I am happy. I am so very happy. Down the hall people cheer. I know they’re cheering for something else, but I imagine they’re cheering for me. Cheering for the confidence I’ve gained, cheering for the hope I’ve held onto, cheering for the dark days I’ve turned into light. And as I sit here in this chilly hallway, I think of how wonderful I’ve got it. How the littlest things do the most for us. I grip this dime afraid to let go; afraid to lose the moment. But I know when I let go it won’t be going anywhere. It will still be sticking by my side. And I know you’ll be sticking by my side too.