I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day– perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the all-too constant truth that we’re just winging it. Each new day, another brave face– scooping up the pieces …
the truest romance born of spit and grass stains mirrored feet and an ease that exudes timelessness and whispers of the infinite. languid days of smiles and symmetry harmonious melody grounded in familiarity– like the comfort of an old pair of jeans, softened and worn in the perfect places– a childhood photo, fuzzy at the …
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. …
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 …
there are poems in my bones words woven through and around the sinews of my muscles– verbose tendons and loquacious ligaments. phrases which will their way to my mind– narrating an unfolding pathway– letters, lit up like lamp posts along a winding stretch familiar monuments, comforting sentiments, breeding ease– an allowance; cultivating breath …
the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind. An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …
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 …
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 …
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 …
these walls feel differently without you inhabiting them– the space is vast– but the memory of your smile helps to fill it. the echo of your words– a solid form standing before me– utterances i’ve longed to hear bouncing off the yellow, tumbling by the grasshopper who softly sings on seemingly every surface– a …
the edges of myself 