Cool Wind on the Bridge

My feet dangled over the edge and I began to daydream about the ripples beneath me. And you swing your legs to the beat of the Jamaican drums coming from some unseen beach bar. what does it feel like to be in love. What does it really feel like in your body. Surely , more than just my brain was in love with this person sitting next to me on that most pedestrian of bridges. Was my gut in love with her too. Was my heart. My literal beating heart that was filled with blood, not the red dimpled one that hallmark gives you. Whats real is experienced. What’s experienced is real. Our shared vision projected on the screen for us to see. and the birds too. the warm orange sky glowing on our faces. warming our cheeks. telling us to stay one more moment as we fell deeper into each others conscience. I know it now. I know her toes with the chipped polish and the cute pinky toe. Where do I go from here, how do I tell the world about my heart, my stomach, my pinky toe next to hers. Wrap me in a moment and let me marinate until the answer comes too me and I’ll give you the knowledge I come back with about a life that was so beautiful that it had to be split in two so it could find each other to piece back together again.