Glow

I see you in the glow of every day life. In the trees, in the grass, in the sky. I am trying to show you how beautiful I think we are when I point to the clouds that hang low in the sky, and I point to them each and every day, always accompanied with an exclaim of 'look! the sky!' and I am never less stunned, and I am never less awed at the sight of beautiful rolling clouds, beautiful azure or gray or velvety blue sky. You glow, you stand out amongst a crowd and I can't help but wonder if I am dreaming. You glow indigo, violet, magenta, forest green, the sound of your breath like a hymn or a lullaby Your fingers speak of promises and adventure as they brush along my waist, my ribs, my neck, each touch charged with electricity. If I could describe the way I feel when our hands are interlocked, it would be that I am glowing. I feel light radiating off me, a sigh of happiness or a kiss is the only way to express how I feel. And I am locked in a prison of a sort, in that way. Physically. I would take apart all the little puzzle pieces of my body, just to find the little ball of light, hidden and secret from all things in our world, just to show you for a minute, a split second even, how you make me feel. Just to show you the glow, the bio-luminescence, the rainbow hues that consume all logic and rationality when you smile at me.