a windmill and a mangy dog

today was an interesting day. i drifted from one weary event to the next until i desperately scrambled across the horizontal state line and found myself in your arms again. stories of an unfortunate incident with a windmill and a mangy dog, reaching for objects high in the cupboards, and slowly spinning as we danced slightly out of time, drenched in sun. an escape is what i needed, and i found that solace in where i have been constantly looking all along, however, i had as of yet to open my eyes. the afternoon faded into an early season twilight and once again i raced across the concrete, back to the place where i rest my bones away from you. the constant reminder of you flickered across my broken vision as i tried to pass the evening away from you. then as the turncoat calender rotated, your voice drew me in yet again. three hours later and i just hung up the phone, you fast asleep like a child in caring arms, breathing lightly into the receiver. for several seconds i closed my eyes and imagined that you were right next to me, living the life we so often speak of, but so rarely believe in. you see, there is nothing inside these bones that would turn away from you now, and what mistakenly appeared to be fire, was only the aching i have to be in your presence again. i love you, more than i convey in words, more than you can imagine. goodnight my beautiful, goodnight.