Just Her

I love her more than the night air breathing cool dreams into my lungs,

Sending blood pulsing through my veins like a freight train- she’s magic.

Comparable to a memory reminiscent of the days I wished I could fly, not far from the pictures I had painted myself out of; back when I believed it was weird to think of girls that way.

She is Picasso’s Blue Nude lady finally facing me,

Lips tight, posture grandly defeated, so impossibly and profoundly human- she swallows me whole.

I am her echoing heart beat, counting loudly the days until tomorrow.. 

Hoping there will be tomorrow;

As I reach for her in my sleep, always wondering if she will reach back, whispering darling I love you, make the anxious go away- she’s home.

She is the highest note in my favourite song, the one I can’t stop singing even when I get it wrong and her adorable not quite laughter is ringing in my ears.

I would hold her until my tired muscles grew still and my lungs sang their last ragged I love you;

Because that is what night air is to me and she is so very much more.