My love,
When I am laying close to you
I concentrate your voice;
Not only the context.
I feel the sound vibrations tingle through
My toes up to my legs,
All the way to my fingertips,
Until my body is syncronized with yours.
I stroke your unshaven jawline as you gracefully kiss my hand.
You lay your head calmly against my chest and listen to my heart race.
I brush my fingers through your smooth, blonde hair and you mutter with pleasure,
Begging me not to stop.
My legs tighten around your torso to draw you closer.
My feet search for your rugged legs and burrow in between them for warmth.
Our legs entwine like vines
with no resistance or force.
You caress my face and lean in close enough so I can feel your breath on my lips.
Your soft lips melt into mine perfectly.
The taste of you intoxicates me and
Everything turns indigo.
Pulses of blue and violet cloud my vision.
The indigo emanates from your perfect body like moon beams.
The glow makes each of your perfect features more prominent.
It transforms your multi-colored eyes to an  iridescent mosaic.
It outlines your arms
and untrimmed chest
As well as your more virile parts.
The glimmer bends to form a halo around the crown of your head.
Your arms begin to feel like wings swaddling me in your love.
But the indigo never dissipates to red;
The indigo remains.
I miss you, love.
With indigo in my heart,
Michaela