tiny fingers tangle pressing
spark my soul, arcs tracing lines.
the laughter in her warm, soft face
speaks a silent choice to mine.
Be with me,
My little writer
wrestle angels, daybreak waits.
Lips divesting,
whisper fervent
snare the fool who needs no bait.
There’s something amazing about falling asleep at night with someone clinging to you, their head resting on your shoulder. It brings me awake and sets all thoughts of sleep aside for those first moments in our darkened room. It is a time of being loved in repose. Not with a thought, but in existence. Simple [...]
I wish I could write something anything lately about what I really feel for my dearest. I am ever so much in love… and I read the old words from her and I.
It all seems so lovely, but now things feel so much more grounded. Not in a bad way. We used to soar and [...]
As saints of old,
or those carved in church nooks
my eyes gaze over to you
and wonder at your form,
your abrupt turning
to everything that ‘waits your hand
and the way you close and seal a book
with a lingering sigh
And I must move to capture
the riddle in your pause
And I know I won’t quite catch it
before you find a [...]
Many of you may think disjointed is the word for me recently anyway. Not that I mind. Today at a convenience store there were at least two crazy people. (edit: I am really not making fun here, I think our view of what is normal is crazy in itself) One of which obviously had a [...]