my heartbeat quickens when i allow your visage to dance through my mind
my heartbeat quickens when i allow your visage to dance through my mind
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 …
i don’t know what it looks like– the view from over there. don’t know if the landscape has changed at all from your vantage point– if these massive internal upheavals read on the outside– subtle shifts across a skyline that runs emotional and bleeds tempermental. concerning myself with details, intangible story-lines i narrate and …
there is no one who i’d like to curl up next to more than lovely you.
the magical ebb and flow of me and you a crushing ease– the mysterious pain of realization– an unintended understanding of the bigness of our oneness. a union which neither of us could have possibly anticipated– the journey of two separate pieces, complete and continuously forming and un-forming to become more. moving together, …
i want to enjoy every moment of you– never move into a place where who you are is anything less than perfectly beautiful. i want to know you like the back of my hand. i’m beginning to know you like the back of my hand. the space between us creates a distinct and enduring …
an instant connection easy and familiar grounded in a similar intelligence– and perfectly imperfect in its inception and duration. a snapshot of a moment shared and remembered added to the chronicle of experiences within the overarching production that is pickathon.
i get to take you everywhere to the farthest reaches of my mind into shadows no one else would dare to wander past my breaking point and far beyond the limits i keep insisting do not exist. i hear your voice on good days louder than my own– it encourages, buoys and transfixes me– …
a long anticipated journey undertaken awakening by the light of the moon– careful preparations allowing for an easy slide from sleep to waking– the sun whispering her hellos from underneath the earth’s carpet as our wheels begin to roll forward an hour along and her golden rays are singing– opened fully and shedding her …
the edges of myself 