Izzy Hofmann, To a woman I haven’t met

To a woman I haven’t met

(Read this as though the air is being squeezed from your lungs)

 

the sky is purple
And I’m weaving our lives into my pillow 
the smell of vanilla wafting into the bedroom
Where I just woke up, hair all tousled from the night before, smelling of your cologne 
You’re running your hands through your hair 
And down my back
And I have to stand on my toes to kiss you

You talk of growing a garden
Our garden
Your hands push soil over seeds
 they’ll grow into white flowers and green leaves
Then they’ll stain our fingers red
You pick strawberries
Gentle, gentle

It’s all so mundane 
And so perfect
And I want it to be real
I want to wake up
And feel your skin on mine
Warm and soft and gentle
The sky is purple the sky is purple the sky is purple
And I want to be vulnerable with a woman I haven’t met
I want to care for her the way only a woman loves another woman,
To let her into every crevice of my life
And I want her to take my heart
Gently 
In her hands
I want to hold her hands in mine
And her lips on mine 
And her heart in mine
Gentle, gentle
I want to be vulnerable  
I want to be vulnerable
And the sky is purple
And I can’t sleep
And I weave a fantasy into my pillow
How it fills my heart and lungs
And I can’t breathe 
There are no strawberries in the backyard 
I want to plant our love beneath the earth 
And write it in the stars
And the sky is purple and I want to marry you
I want to marry you
In a field by a lake
With the sun enveloping us
Gently
Like a blanket
I want to wake up beside you
I want to be vulnerable 
gently, gentle

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