Love.
I imagine it.
I dream about it.
I see you.
I know you are there.
Close by.
I will wait until you find me.
And when you do
I believe it will feel like
The perfect pillow after a long day.
A soft place to land.
A cool breeze on a warm summer night.
As it blows through my dress of gauze.
No bra.
A full breath.
Unencumbered by stress
Free and easy.
Feet furrowing in the sand
Slipping between my toes
A dip in the ocean
Clean and salty
It will feel like home.
It will smell like skin.
It will sound like Neil Young
and Harvest Moon.
It will feel like I knew all along.
I imagine it will feel like, at long last -
An exhale.