i love how tightly you hold onto me at night– (as if i would leave.)
i love how tightly you hold onto me at night– (as if i would leave.)
i love you most for your belief in magical beauty abounding.
timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures. mapping this careful framework entrusted to none but ourselves. the understated pageantry of a life unfolding small moments witnessed– all access granted to the one whose willingness to engage is unsurpassed. …
you are not in love with me– or you certainly don’t desire to be.
always i tumble into the tumult– only to find my way through.
i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus. this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to explore new contours find new lines in the curves of our faces. a deepening– realizing– acknowledging of what is and …
there’s no mystery to your magic– it is felt by all those you touch.
the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind. An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …
I remembered several of my dreams last night. That rarely happens to me. As I drove to work this morning I found myself going over them in my head. This evening, there’s one that’s still there– the others having been relegated to my subconscious mind where they generally dwell. The one that’s still with me …
did you ever talk to me about the we that you believed could be? or did i hear it underneath your hidden thoughts wrapped between your words?
the edges of myself 