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