there is no one who i’d like to curl up next to more than lovely you.
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 …
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 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 …
consumed by my own devotion– flying away helps me remember…
the sound of my boy’s laughter tumbling across the floors and ceilings through the hallway and under the door– the ease of three generations co-existing– quiet certainty of a love that has always been and will always be– from latency a hand on the belly– small kicks and a waiting game– breathless anticipation for the …
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 …
the edges of myself 