you are not in love with me– or you certainly don’t desire to be.
you are not in love with me– or you certainly don’t desire to be.
i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus. this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to explore new contours find new lines in the curves of our faces. a deepening– realizing– acknowledging of what is and …
i’m vastly more pro- ductive when i’m making up my own dirty rules.
did you ever talk to me about the we that you believed could be? or did i hear it underneath your hidden thoughts wrapped between your words?
Family is formed when bonds of love we feel are unfathomable
i like to create within a defined structure it helps me distill
letting go teaches the most valuable lesson: what will be will be.
if a springboard is what you are why not propel me as high and as far as possible? beyond threat of imagination or existence– past sighs and romanticism spurring challenge and transition expansion and separation a limitlessness that few can fathom jumping up and beyond an unquantified chasm– allowing for the possibility that you might imagine …
if there were more time i’d have filled all of your pockets with them– tumbling words of love and devotion simple sentiments, gentle reminders unwinding thoughts cascading from my heart to yours– pieces of paper, folded by fingers sounds formed from a feeling– the surge through my cells– electrical impulses riding the waves, tossing …
journeying with you– always along for the ride my love protecting.
the edges of myself 