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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
