from the beginning your vulnerability is what drew me in.
from the beginning your vulnerability is what drew me in.
sleeping by your side solid rhythm of your breath rouses between dreams
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– …
from the very beginning– you’ve shown me the steadfast path– gardens and greenery, selling strawberries by the side of the road i looked to you for all things– the even, steady hand willfully moving forward a shining example of what i could become always taking careful time with me– your pride in my …
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– …
you make me laugh when you call me on things of which i was unaware.
i love you, dammit. you self-centered, charming beauty; you’ve got me.
why not just not cry? detaching from the process allows unfolding…
my heart cannot be tempered; though many other parts of me endure.
overrun and overcome by the river of emotion– the soft insistent flow that surges without explanation– a wandering thought gives rise to the butterflies that live inside my stomach and travel through my body (to some places more than others) when you come to mind. moving through carefully placed postures and understood roadblocks– the logic of them unable to assuage the …
the edges of myself 