the function of time and space an illusion of separation the idea that we exist without one another– impossible my heart inextricably tied and bound in beauty and devotion past this physical plane of existence– past the point of human comprehension the madness of imagination the only logic that allows sense to be …
your dark and thoughtful eyes a raging river rushing behind them– reading your thoughts unconsciously understanding the language behind your carefully chosen words. your tongue loosened and unguarded only when foreign substances give consent. you leave me breathless with your barrage of words– struggling to hold onto the smallest pieces of them. tucking them into …
your perfectly unprotected form defenses down, exuding innocence and beauty– the gentle curve of your shoulders– a silent tribute to adolescence and a boy who still peeks out from behind the eyes of a man. the soft rhythmic movement of life rippling through your cells– each one perfectly formed and singing in concert– professing …
There are moments when i’m with you– a smile refusing to release its hold on the edges of my mouth– my heart soaring with what can only be my deepening devotion– when i’m overcome by the increasing power you hold over me– though you’ve asked for nothing. I listen to your careful soliloquies on …
waking next to you limbs outstretched, cool breeze blowing morning sunlight streams
your solemn patience matches mine; we are two sides of the selfsame coin.
constantly one step ahead as well as behind– autumn’s leaves falling as new buds burst forth. your quiet, stalwart function, a sensitive, keenly logical beacon well-thought-out and practical– constantly teaching temperance though not without responsiveness and honesty. clear and direct, cutting, brutal and endlessly open.
from the beginning your vulnerability is what drew me in.
my sweet love you know i pine for you like no other– long to feel your touch– as a gentle wind or the warmth of the sun. the easy, eyes-closed satisfaction that is perfectly familiar yet feels new and entirely consuming upon each experience. i no longer acknowledge the difference between laughter and tears– …
all of the songs ever written– they don’t speak of a love like ours– at the base its unquestioned solidity– a dependable knowledge of what is– certain beyond a doubt– nothing meaningless is possible. i revel in it– enjoy its eb and flow make time and space for it to exist but my heart– …
the edges of myself 