I will whisper my heartbeat to you and hope the wind will carry it to your bed, wherever you may rest. I will stare into the sky and watch its canvas skin and freckled light puncture my youth and know that it is you. Your magic, your quivering tongue on my soul, your phantom teeth burial in my chest. I know you are with me. I will hear you roar against my cheek and neck. I will taste your earthy scent within my palate. I will know you are with me in this moment and every thunderhead after.