my heart cannot be tempered; though many other parts of me endure.
my heart cannot be tempered; though many other parts of me endure.
our matching postures ankles crossed, feet mirroring my yin and your yang
the perfection of
your beauty strikes me each time
i watch you awake.
continually marveling at the splendid perfection that is.
so many words it seems of late are simply for me and no one else.
there are moments when it hits me, the magnitude: who you are to me…
impossible to be near you and not allow the truth to exist…
i want everything all at once because until you no one said no.
we don’t diminish each other– we both just keep pushing expansion.
just knowing that you are alive and well in the world, puts me at ease.
the edges of myself 