Greatest Love in a Run on Sentence
When I go for a run or I drive the car, when I ski, or lay down to bed at night, in the quiet dark moments of morning, when I am in the shower, when I am selecting bw which vest in my closet, when I sit down on the stairs to tie my shoes, when I hear the kettle in the morning and slowly pour the hot water over the coffee grounds, when I walk out onto the front porch and the cold air immediately soaks through my clothes, my skin, my bones, when I grab wood on the front porch and come back in to start a fire, when I am sitting at a traffic light in the daylight or at night, when I take the trash out, when I brush my teeth or shovel the sidewalk, I think, I think of the feeling of the back of your neck when I hold you and kiss you, I think of the mole on your forehead and kissing your temple, a typewriter of kisses across, I think of the soft feel of your earlobe and the constant teardrop of grease behind it, I think of the white drywall caked into the cracks of your hands and the small hangnails you always chew on, I think of your fingers between my fingers as we hold hands in the truck, I think of picking up your hand and kissing the back of it a thousand times on any drive as we held on, I think of the corner of your neck where I loved to put my face and breathe you in, I think of the small patches of hair on your back, I think of how fast my hands would fatigue massaging your shoulders, the center of my palms instantly cramping, I think about sleeping with my hand on the curve of your butt, how it always made me smile, I think of laying my head on the soft in between of your armpit and your heart, I think of running my fingers through your beard, your chest hair, the feel of rubbing your temples or chasing my finger softly down your nose, extra careful over the spot where I accidentally broke it that one night (I’m sorry), I think of the scar on your shin, and the feeling of scrubbing your feet clean in the shower, lifting your heavy legs slowly to wash underneath each foot too, your body a constant reel in my mind.
Over and over and over.
In my mind you are so close.
I could sketch you, or mold you, carve you or paint you. But, I cannot hold you.