There are days like this…

Where for a moment everything seems brighter

There’s a smile on my face, in my voice, in my eyes.

I look out the window and interspersed through the clouds are bright spots of sun

Ideas spill out of my head so fast I can’t capture one

Where, I want to watch tv and cuddle with my chi, or maybe I’ll read that book on my nightstand, or pull out my jewelry/beading things again, or color in that book, or or or or or or…..

While I sit here listening to our shared Yahoo station, wondering what your doing, whether or not you think of me as much as I think of you. I don’t know if I need a sexual touch, sometimes all I want are arms around me (preferably yours), lips to kiss mine, eyelashes for butterfly kisses, legs entwined around with mine, being so tangled in the covers we fall out of bed laughing until one of us pees just a little. Who the hell am I kidding of course I fucking want sexual touch, but I also need the little personal touches that fill the spaces inbetween.

And then I wake up.