waking next to you limbs outstretched, cool breeze blowing morning sunlight streams
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.
I don’t want to be
your responsibility.
I don’t need saving.
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.
sometimes your words bring a harsh sting of which i know you are unaware.
you are my careful muse hanging two steps back assessing the situation– given time and patience– a little water and sunshine your petals are beginning to unfold, i see their brilliant color– and feel their explosive, opening energy. you are my gentle muse behind your calm, quiet eyes, the hint of a grin and …
the edges of myself 