Carta De Amor - 7 Days With Him Again Poem by Leah Ayliffe

There are miles of things left unsaid,
Words I wanted to tell with my lips,
With only one week they're better left in my head.
I'll show him with my body and later in my writing.
He could read it in my eyes,
In the way we danced, like fire on the floor about to explode the whole disco to pieces.
I miss those nights most of all -
Dancing next to his, and tasting the rum in his kiss.
He doesn't mind that I'm weird: he supports my insanity and takes good care of me.
Maybe I'm his kind of crazy and we fit together in our madness.
7 days of space and time, where I was his and he was mine.
A story painted from the gods of the universe, a week of art inside the hearts of our minds, moving our souls into eachother like water moves with the sand.
Pushed up against a wall in a cave,
Kissing madly, burning desires, with waterfall cascades as our soundtrack.
When he holds me I dream I can be myself, his arms a safe world where we can just be who we are.
Unsure whether he knows just how dark it gets in this little head of mine when most of the time I am singing about sunshine.

Laying in bed staring into your eyes, listening to a sad song, thinking maybe you're hurt and I want to make it better. Holding you in my arms, you looking up at me combing through my hair like maybe I could make it better.

I try my best to make him laugh.
He makes me laugh every day.
He pulls my head back, opens my mouth to brush my teeth -
"I bet I'm the first to do this" I die laughing, "you sure are baby".
Fun is the embodiment of who we are when together,
A dance of smiles and warm touches and stolen glances.
I didn't want to think about leaving this place, where most hold hands but he holds my feet like they're the greatest ones to have walked these streets.
Mood like the weather, the Cuban sun you hate so much but I love to melt under, like melting under your hot body.
I think this is crazy how good it is, strange that with an almost stranger it could feel like home.
Baby you make it hard to leave, to disappear back to reality - God there's so much I want to say to you. I think you already feel it, the wild electricity between the sheets. I miss you a lot.
One day we will pick up where we left off and feel it all again, the magic of us.

I think of it often laying alone in bed, and it's only been 48 hours since I left you.