The tricks that time and distance play on us have us forgetting the necessity of loving. and not just the physical kind but the sort that changes your life. I am married to the sun, I’ve declared it on every square inch of my skin and no matter how many times the heart bruises, it still calls onto you, love. Challenged daily and still, with the thickness of my blood I only gather where the loving flows. Coagulated in ease and laughter, and the pristine joy as the destination rather than the life raft we carry in hopes to reaching “pleasantville”. I don’t escape to you as much as I crash and smash right up under you. I will love even when the skies turn grey and the boys don’t want to play - I will still love. when the tough gets to going and finally packs all those bags since the fears have overstayed their welcome, anyway - I choose to reside here, love.