Synesthesia
You are a giant, quaking tree erupting from a frozen tundra
Your kiss is spearmint, a cool breeze when our breaths mingle
At least, this is how my brain processes your presence -
a breath of fresh air, a miracle emerging
You are two hours on the Last Kiss Bridge
You are spontaneous hand ground coffee at a Taos rest stop
while waking up to blustering markets
You... are unexpected
My brain interprets your signals, assigns narrative and lineage
Always gifted at finding patterns, making connections
Could simply be creative coping or
it could explain why you feel iceberg blue when I am in your arms
Not cerulean, robin's egg, or sky
Iceberg.
You would have to go to Alaska to see the precise shade
I do not have any other way to articulate the immensity of you
Cannot explain how the gentleness in your soul shook me apart
Missing you is gratitude
Missing you is also longing for bridges and Milky Ways and lonely, belligerent fireflies
dancing alone in the dark, their light a beacon on a velvet black shore
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