Bird As Fish

Everything about her is touch and sensation. Even in daylight, I want to touch her face and kiss her neck and clasp her hands in mine and not let her go. I want to touch her shoulder and memorize its curves to remember it when she's not with me. I touch her hair so often so that maybe every time she'll know how much I care about her.

It's too simple to say that the most perfect moment ever was when she lay down in the long grass and closed her eyes, and the sun poured through the tree above us, showering her in mottled light. I wasn't thinking anything except that everything in the universe fell into place at that moment. How much I've forgotten since I've moved here about simplicity, and beauty. And about how much I love the brush of long grass on my skin. And how liberating taking off my shoes and walking barefoot can be. And how it's okay not to be doing anything at the moment.

It seems too simple, really. These are such human feelings, falling in love. Too simple to not sound cliche. I'm trying to describe how personal and real this is to me, and how beautiful. It feels like everyone else has already done this, so the words sound cheap and used. But you have to believe that I mean every word. She is beautiful and alluring and brings out the best in me.