We don’t really talk anymore
But every time I see you
I am reminded of talks and sighs and shares
Where connections settled into calm knowing
and understanding was felt and reflected
and I wonder how we walked so far out without each other
you are so within my reach but my heart feels singed when I think to touch you again
we can’t really talk anymore
By far, my funniest organ is this delicate heart
that remembers crazy and lovely moments
that exalts and condemns with breaths in between
that longs and connects with as much fervor as it disconnects
humor me.
I see you lately and wonder if you remember even faintly
that we were naked and held together
by whispers and feelings and joining
and sighs and moans and secrets
and gazes shared in sacred and tight spaces.
I see you lately and wonder if we were worth
the tender longing for intimacies past
and wished for knowing, bared only in shared paces and
ambles in singular nearness.
I see you lately and wonder if we are worth remembering at all.
Promise me…
When you love that you will love with an open heart
That you will remember what is freely given is never in vain
That you will trust love’s wellspring from the core of your being
That you will realize that love doesn’t hurt as much as you fear
And most of all, that you will allow love to complete itself in your existence and being.
Promise me…
That when you choose love that you will surrender
Because to live without love is the tragedy of any instance of life that you imagine.
Everyone thinks they’re special.
Everyone should think that they’re special.
Everyone should feel that they are special.
Everyone is special.
Everyone is.
Every one.
Worthy.
kiss me.
taste me.
feel me.
simple. uncomplicated. desire.
wanting to be close
my heart went chasing Yours
your heart reflected back
a fear of longing and a need for acceptance
from what is truly you and
what no one else can give
please love me
create this space where we can run
together
please see me
step through the slit of distance
love me
reach the closed down depths that hide the breathing parts of me
choose this sacred room
Quick thoughts
quick feet
quick hands
slow minds
slow movements into the horizon
so much trust between fingers
Gentle hearts and beats in time
i hate dusk
it’s like the light can’t be bothered to fight anymore
my mind feels like that sometimes
and i could not be bothered
but to let the darkness roll in
I am mustering the courage
to run towards
the life I think I deserve
my step wobbles every so often
when I think of the million ways in which
I fall short and
feel small
I am mustering the courage
to love you in the way that your soul deserves
and my heart weeps to do
I falter ever so often
when I think of the million ways in which
I have failed to love me and
how I could possibly love you enough
I am mustering the courage
to run towards me
so that I can find a sure way to step away
from the hiding behind old habits
that make things faster but short lived
I want to love me
so that I can allow you to love me
so that I can love you
and possibly, maybe…
love us together