i can say the same thing over and over again with new words– articulate the feelings, ever expanding– and celebrate the joy that flows through and around my heart like hot springs, beginning internally and working their way out to the edges– creating a warmth, a safety, that cannot be duplicated. i am vast, …
riding through the streets naked, unfettered and free like skinny dipping
my brain now forms thoughts effortlessly in haiku they fluidly flow
when thoughts of you come i’m unable to surpress the curve of my smile.
i wish i wasn’t the one in charge of keeping it all together.
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. …
yesterday i peeled away a layer one that had long concealed my vulnerability. Underneath that film– i found a need to prove myself. a deep and darkened shame, a tortured, broken structure that believed in itself to the point of actualization. As i walked around the landscape of my deeply held beliefs, turned concrete, …
our matching postures ankles crossed, feet mirroring my yin and your yang
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 edges of myself 