stream of consciousness

All the days I've missed you, dear one. The house has been too dark for too long, light switches flicked up and all. The weight might be too heavy but I will carry it by myself, letting you wander ahead looking for a light I cant find. If you find the light, I'll carry the load. If you open the doors Ill squeeze my bloated body through them. If you find a space, Ill fill it with my weary presence and my wasteful presents. Where you lead, I will follow, falling and rising and rising and rising. When you go I will wait. When you leave I will stay. When you close I will break through your rusted, ragged wooden walls. When your skin breaks I will put it back together again. When your smile cracks I will bask in it. When the bows break and the dam rushes and the trees bend and the sky splits, I will post up beside you, barefoot and bruised. I will lie in green grasses, burrs sticking in my skin, so I can breath in the sun with you. I will stand in Windsor rain and baptize myself in the grace of you. I will blaze across your dark sky, slowly burning through your atmosphere, my sights set on your steady waves, your deep oceans, your rugged mountains, your hills and valleys, peaks and ridges. Your plains. Your simples. Your complexities. The grit in your teeth, the dirt under your fingernails, the stars in your eyes. I will sink into the softness of you when I need rest. I will sharpen myself against the hard edges of you when I need strength. I will breathe you in as you breathe me in, flowers blooming across our skin and sun spreading across our faces.