You in Every Sense:

Written By:

Alexis Herrera

I am helpless as my thoughts wander to you. I imagine a romanticized version of you—one that should only exist in daydreams.

I can hear the conversations we share, the laughter that dances on our tongues and twirls in the air above us. Careless. Vivacious.

I can see the fondness in your eyes, the sincerity in your smile, in the crinkling of your nose. The wanting lives in the beds of your fingertips.

I can feel the tingles on my skin left behind by your innocent touch—a gentle caress of acknowledgment, of knowing. A promise to soon feel those tingles again, deeper down my spine, reverberating through my bones, when your touches no longer bother to feign innocence.

I can smell our perfumes meld together—an aroma of rose and amber and cinnamon fills my lungs as I breathe you in, letting myself grow inebriated on your redolence.

I can taste the sweetness of your skin, and in the oxygen we share. My tongue craves every taste of you. It has never known a flavor like yours—addictive, all-consuming, ethereal.

Loving you is easy. As simple as breathing air.

And this romanticized version of you is not romanticized at all—not in the slightest.

For when I step out of the daydreams and away from the page begging for more evocative prose—when I look up and take in the view around me, when your eyes meet mine across the ocean of imagery I’ve sprawled between us—I find truth in all my senses.

The overlap between my dreams and my reality is vast, and I find myself breathless.

Helpless—In them both.