leaving doors cracked makes it impossible to open any wide…
leaving doors cracked makes it impossible to open any wide…
this perfectly arcing circle roots stretching down infinitely long through layers inpenatrable by all but our love its perfectly arcing circle carving through time and space existing within and without beyond any parameters previously set your perfectly arcing circle exponentially expanding encapsulating continents– entire planets engulfed in a love unencumbered my perfectly …
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 …
journeying with you– always along for the ride my love protecting.
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 …
the edges of myself 