I will be there soon.
No pressure, I claim.
There is never any pressure, my love.
There are only wishes
to find myself standing before you again,
to find myself in your arms
with your breath on my neck.
I'll take five minutes.
I'll take an hour.
You can spend the night with me
under the stars and covered in bug spray,
if you want to.
I'll behave, I promise.
It may not be possible or ideal.
But, love, wouldn't it be nice to simply forget
about our fucked up lives
and just be in silence with one another?
I won't sell you on the idea but,
ah, I can dream.
I have many dreams about you.
We're in various positions
of tangled bodies and bliss,
curious tongues and confusion.
Don't let my presence frighten you away.
I understand your silence.