Butterflies

the monarch butterflies in my stomach have migrated for the winter

fluttering about and keeping me warm

while distance keeps us apart

but only for a few more days.

i am going to kiss you,

hard.

baby - we are magnets.

baby, our love is magnificent.

i love how you melt whenever i call you baby.

i am on fire,

i burn for you,

i too melt.

i would move the colorado mountains for you.

i cannot wait to be in your arms,

lips locked in public,

in the crowded airport.

you…

you.

you inspire me to be better.

but not in a way that i depend on you for it,

or that my life would be empty without you,

but- my god- i am so happy you are in it.

baby. you. it’s been you and neither of us knew when we first met,

which makes this all so much more fascinating.

i was so afraid to tell you i loved you,

but i am absolutely ecstatic that i did,

and now i can’t stop.