"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald."
11:11, a time for blessings and manifesting,or perhaps just hopeless wishes of the lonely. I recall how I first wished for you, how your luminous existence seemed surreal,and how I wished to simply experience it and understand the very nature...
"“Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.” ~ Plato."
If it is true that books are the keepers,and the holders of souls, thenyou and I predate ancient scripture.When you crashed into my worldall prescience and wisened intuition,I wonder if you felt the pain lingering in me as you gently...
After it's over and there's nothingbut the crushing winter quiet that I can almost hold as a touchstone,there are no silver points of stars,nothing but the falling snow as I remember what I should have said.Words that may never bring you home,I...
It shouldn't have to hurt so much.You said her name and I knew that something had already changed,the slightest curvature in lips can move an entire world whileenraptured by words that glow inside me,you always knew how to go much deeper,to do...
A car whips down the road, whirring, wind flying through your auburn locks. It's just cool enough to not be summer but not quite autumn, seasons suspended. You look at me and your eyes are brimming with love. I see the...
You were not mine but I still held onalmost too tightly as if you were,as if denying the body a momentcan really prove its own longing.Together it is almost too much to keepsome sense of infinity blossoming between us. But the smallest details...
You seem to be looking for the familiar.There's so much I want to tell you.I can't describe how I first enteredthis frenzied torrent of open thighsand hands clasping together as if we knew the ache of the unknown always waiting to be...
The flameglow kisses her curves with every unstable flicker,skin even warmer before needy lipsmeet the inviting craned dip of her neck.It would hurt too much to believe thisbliss can only be breathed in by the young.We'll still move in tandem towards...
You were watching a still indigo sky,eyes darkening with the hush of night,and I wanted to know what wasbegging to flicker through you,thumb grazing the tear slowly makinga clear river before being kissed away,featherweight forces yet so demanding.Salt never tasted...
A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years. One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows. No experience, just feral young need....
