I get lost sometimes in my love for you– it’s good to find my way out.
I get lost sometimes in my love for you– it’s good to find my way out.
timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures. mapping this careful framework entrusted to none but ourselves. the understated pageantry of a life unfolding small moments witnessed– all access granted to the one whose willingness to engage is unsurpassed. …
this perfectly arcing circle roots stretching down infinitely long through layers inpenatrable by all but our love its perfectly arcing circle carving through time and space existing within and without beyond any parameters previously set your perfectly arcing circle exponentially expanding encapsulating continents– entire planets engulfed in a love unencumbered my perfectly …
constantly one step ahead as well as behind– autumn’s leaves falling as new buds burst forth. your quiet, stalwart function, a sensitive, keenly logical beacon well-thought-out and practical– constantly teaching temperance though not without responsiveness and honesty. clear and direct, cutting, brutal and endlessly open.
every tiny piece that has ever been part of me is rushing back NOW. leaving me to feel undeniably full and blessed for knowing you…
my love for you flattens all constructs, replaces ideas, fragments the structures so clearly fixed. it leaves me amongst the rubble and decay of beliefs and images held dearly since the beginning of time. understanding as a caterpillar taking to her chrysalis, that with the death of certainty, comes the birth of flight.
If i could paint a picture of the moment when my heart first became yours– its edges would blur– the canvas never sufficient expression. If a machine existed that measured the point of impact (when my soul first recognized yours) it would irrefutably prove the magnitude of a love– its fabric stretched across lifetimes. …
the worlds i’ve moved through since meeting you– gratitude does not begin to cover the debt i feel i owe– realizing the maximum of all that i am and understanding that i have yet barely scraped the surface. knowing that as i rise– you rise with me– our expansion exponential when walking together. …
the perfection of
your beauty strikes me each time
i watch you awake.
the reason you’re different from everyone else is because your potential is constantly in the process of being realized. there is an earnestness in your actions that takes me back to childhood; honeysuckle along a path of green and a strawberry patch that stretched the length of a summer sunset. And it cannot be denied that …
the edges of myself 