a long anticipated journey undertaken awakening by the light of the moon– careful preparations allowing for an easy slide from sleep to waking– the sun whispering her hellos from underneath the earth’s carpet as our wheels begin to roll forward an hour along and her golden rays are singing– opened fully and shedding her …
the function of time and space an illusion of separation the idea that we exist without one another– impossible my heart inextricably tied and bound in beauty and devotion past this physical plane of existence– past the point of human comprehension the madness of imagination the only logic that allows sense to be …
your dark and thoughtful eyes a raging river rushing behind them– reading your thoughts unconsciously understanding the language behind your carefully chosen words. your tongue loosened and unguarded only when foreign substances give consent. you leave me breathless with your barrage of words– struggling to hold onto the smallest pieces of them. tucking them into …
consumed by my own devotion– flying away helps me remember…
the intricate curve of roads unravelling beneath me– rivers like tendrils winding to their conclusion– all laid bare above the clouds– a mysterious floating, the technology of imagination– harnessed and exploited past the point of recognition. the mediocrity of humanity surrounding– the miraculous becomes mundane– blackens the beauty encapsulating. sprawling creation down below– routines …
the sound of my boy’s laughter tumbling across the floors and ceilings through the hallway and under the door– the ease of three generations co-existing– quiet certainty of a love that has always been and will always be– from latency a hand on the belly– small kicks and a waiting game– breathless anticipation for the …
your perfectly unprotected form defenses down, exuding innocence and beauty– the gentle curve of your shoulders– a silent tribute to adolescence and a boy who still peeks out from behind the eyes of a man. the soft rhythmic movement of life rippling through your cells– each one perfectly formed and singing in concert– professing …
There are moments when i’m with you– a smile refusing to release its hold on the edges of my mouth– my heart soaring with what can only be my deepening devotion– when i’m overcome by the increasing power you hold over me– though you’ve asked for nothing. I listen to your careful soliloquies on …
waking next to you limbs outstretched, cool breeze blowing morning sunlight streams
understanding it doesn’t make it less painful– maintains perspective.
