Sunshine.

Husband, I love you, like, sunshine and the warmth it gives. I almost feel it pierce through me softly, from inside to the outer part of me, warming the fair hairs on my forearm and wrist. It makes me close my eyes, feel my lashes. And I think about how happy it makes me, to be here in this only moment, feeling it caress, brush across my first three layers of skin. The heat I feel, quick tingles and it turns me rosy on my face. I straight, steady glow from within. You are illuminating, I can see you through my dark space, with a kind brightness that makes rain go away. No more clouds, only dew drops and rays, too gently and carefully massaging between each of my toes, my fingertips, and every naked part exposed. If you held me long enough, I think I could melt into the atmosphere. I like you to stay, not far from me, your breath on that place between my earlobe and nape. I prefer this feeling, you all around me, warm and found.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.