5000letters:I imagine learning to play guitar with you, sitting on the floor in the living room of...

5000letters:

I imagine learning to play guitar with you, sitting on the floor in the living room of the house you don’t quite like. I imagine being tucked between your open legs against your chest laughing over something silly and small. Skating your fingers across the top of mine, running your thumbs against my own. Soft, bumbling open mouthed kisses, chocolate on my tongue, tangerines on yours. I imagine sitting on the countertop of your kitchen, watching you cook whilst the radio plays. Dancing to soft slow music in your arms whilst you’ve got one eye on the stove and the other on me. I imagine your daughter walking in and making faces at us. I think about how good it is to be with you. Tucking my fingers underneath the waistband of your jeans and brushing your hips. Kissing the hollow of your throat. Rubbing the lobes of your ears. I imagine being there when you get home from work, all warm and willing and missing you. Putting my head on your shoulder, your hands rubbing my back. I imagine that we watch films together and I talk through it until you clap a hand over my mouth. Sex and the playfulness of it, the black of your pupils and my hair falling everywhere, against your face and mine and the delight of our bodies. I imagine how we fall asleep. Gently and soft and curled about the other. I imagine how normal and how miraculous it all is.