In your eyes I see the world with all of its pathways leading to new horizons,
And in your hands there is a knowledge of the deepest, sharpest corners of my mind.
With your lips there is always the promise of a new story to tell,
And with your legs is the adventure that follows.
So in the darkness I lay here thinking, savoring the thought of you next to me in your peaceful state of comfort and with the slightest movement, your hands hold me in a warm embrace.
With my body, I take in the warmth that you offer,
Through the properties taking place between matter,
My skin lets the energy that surrounds you in,
And in the next few minutes,
Our affections bloom.
… And yet I love to hear you sing because when your voice rings through the air, your honest soul reverberates and the strength of your heart resonates and I can’t help but look into those green eyes and feel the clarity of a light beam through the foliage in a tropical rainforest.
Sometimes I’m tired of writing about the feeling of love, but then I remember lips on my forehead, your fingers through mine as we walk underneath the sunshine. I remember your eyes so light and uplifting gently gazing at me with adoration and I wonder if damn… might this ever be…
Then I hear your voice reminding me that I am special and it affirms what I already know of you, that I like you for more than who you are, but also for what you represent, what you stand for. I love that you are heavy with convictions, yet sometimes budge when I challenge you and it makes me smile to know that together there is never a boring moment. I could sit there with you with my head on your shoulder and my fingers running through your chest and arms as I listen to your soft voice in the night.
Here I thought that I was done writing stories about love.
She’s an angel for raising a beautiful soul such as yourself. The love she houses in her body for you radiates to those who bring you peace, joy, and love. The more that I learn the more that I love and I am so grateful that your kindness grows. In turn there is little else I desire and you spark a light within me as I fall deeper. You’re not a necessity, but damn does it feel good to know you’re there.
Always ask for more and maybe you will receive your hopes and dreams with open arms. Ask for depth and perhaps you will become an ocean full of life and cycles. Seek new heights and you might be like the moon in her godlike trance and slow transitivity. Just ask and maybe you will receive.
The body is a flower, sensitive at times and course at others. After the rain, leaves are replete with water from their veins and at others they are thin and fragile. My body, a ghost orchid waiting for its pollinator.
We all want to feel the peace, but never the chaos, but without chaos we would have no evolution.
So learn a little bit about both ends of the spectrum of life and somewhere within all that you’ll learn how to take it in stride.
Sweetheart, I’m tired. It feels as if I can only go down under from here. So take me to these depths and lay me down to rest so that maybe soon enough I’ll grow again. I hope my soul returns in leaves and hearty stems leading into blooms. Just don’t be shocked if I leave soon.
Don’t think of me as a sad memory, but see me on the days I danced gleefully. Laugh of joy in my memory and pray to the flowers in my place. These things you can’t escape, you can only embrace.
It would have meant to me
A universe to take you to
The strangest places
Where trees grow tall,
Water fowl wade and
Fly so high through their shade.
Had I been a more
I would have known
This wouldn’t last forever.
Oh how easy it is to end…
Life is but a thread.
One action shifts existence.
The door opens into the abyss.
The flutter ceases…
To be or not to be.
Hate pours out of vessels…
Into pools enter poisons.
Hold your breath under water.
Fish swim backwards.
The dirt is like silk…
Filling up empty spaces.
Someone watches in the distance.