[Product of a Primal Urge]: 826.And I am Here, Can't You?

And race me down to the water's edge where our toes can connect with something so much larger than ourselves and our mind's comprehension. And dance across the mountain tops where the world is but a vision between blinking eyes and flapping wings. And kiss me at midnight underneath the willow's bows, its tendril arms caressing our love. And tell me everything and nothing all at once, without a word. And every breath I exhale take into your lungs making us one, connected in a place that prostitutes individualism. And don't forget me on that quiet evening, alone, without but your soul to commune. I am there, just below the surface, kissing the skin of your heart. I am there, the ray of pinkish-orange on the hardwood floor cast by the setting sun. I am there in each thread of the blanket keeping you warm on howling nights. I am there and you are there between a quiet evening and a good morning where the strum of a guitar melds into the stroke of a piano key creating a melody of parts. Can't you hear the world in each whispered, "I love you"? Can't you hear your life in the satin slide of the sheets on smooth skin? Can't you hear it all in a panting sigh melting between our lips? Tangle my heart with the blackened wings of a raven and show me that this is everything in a flight. Bend my soul with the river's current and let me know "always" in the rush of white.