consumed by my own devotion– flying away helps me remember…
consumed by my own devotion– flying away helps me remember…
the intricate curve of roads unravelling beneath me– rivers like tendrils winding to their conclusion– all laid bare above the clouds– a mysterious floating, the technology of imagination– harnessed and exploited past the point of recognition. the mediocrity of humanity surrounding– the miraculous becomes mundane– blackens the beauty encapsulating. sprawling creation down below– routines …
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 …
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
understanding it doesn’t make it less painful– maintains perspective.
i couldn’t handle causing your heart grief or pain you are too precious.
I can’t fathom a way in which I don’t love you. the perfectly arcing circle– a rounded perspective– each angle revealing a larger truth– an exponential expansion. I can’t find the words or articulate the sentiment– but feel with every cell of my being the constant communication from my soul to yours– messages travelling …
you’re forcing my hand and it’s beginning to make my heart start to ache.
the edges of myself 