i will always keep you safe– wrap you up in unending arms carefully shield you from the demons and monsters who prey upon you in your mind. i will shut the door and lock it tight– closing out those thoughts that leave you desperate and clinging to a structure that is yours to crumble. …
your piercing, crushing still vulnerability takes my breath away.
my devotion is deepening with each gesture of your quiet heart.
you reveal to me things about myself which are staggeringly true.
a gentle sigh, an allowance, releasing that which has held a clutching grip for longer than i can possibly fathom– the simplicity of breathing in and out, finding my breath in full– allowing the grief that i didn’t know existed to flow gently down my cheeks– making tracks through the garden dust and grime. …
i am authentic because you allow me to trust my magnitude.
because you asked and you know I deliver– a limerick for you, my dear friend, whose open-armed acceptance of me as your third wheel is heart-warmingly beautiful. You, who serve as a shining example that love and devotion are tangible, actual– your love for your wife palpable, exuding from you in purples and blues. …
It’s your birthday today a day to celebrate your open-hearted kindness, tumbling laughter and giving smile. I remember the day I first understood the madness of motherhood– knew the intensity of frustration and loss of control. And the day it hit me– like a thousand waves crashing against the shore– the immensity of …
i remembered you yesterday the boy with a smile he couldn’t hide– the childish innocence running through the lines of your face. like uncovering an old box of records, full of songs you’d forgotten existed– but to which you know all the words. i remembered falling softly with you– into arms that seemed they’d never …
it’s always perfect when you leave and equally sublime when you stay.
the edges of myself 