The desire for intimacy comes first
The love is what keeps us sticking around.
It isn’t easy ‘cuz it’s a decision u gotta keep making so long as you’re committed.
Definition of love in any sense means
Stillness and choice.
I love u
So I let u come as you are
And I meet you with as much space as possible
For you to feel your feelings
Share your triumphs
Commiserate your failures.
All of it is a choice I agree to keep making.
Every time I make that choice
The love gets stronger.
And so does our level of intimacy.
It’s not always easy
I don’t always do the best job
But I’m committed to choosing it
Each time.

You wanted space
I gave you infinity.
I care
But you need space and peace.
I don’t want the
Weeds to tumble
And roll into chaos.
Quietness.
It aches you to call,
My quarrels and clashes
Disturb the waves you ride
To keep afloat.
My mind runs
Recorded thoughts and images
Of you,
But I mustn’t disturb you.
You need space
I give you breadth.
Quietness.
You exhaust
Your mind with lucid
Thoughts and weight
Created from my madness.
I’ll cease,
I’ll take my squabble elsewhere.
Anything for you
To have peace.
I’m sick and aching
From my own selfishness.
I wait by the phone
Knowing you need
Space.

Yes it was a beautiful Saturday morning
when I saw you amongst the field of daffodils
as the sun grazed your chestnut skin.
You looked at me with those amiable eyes
big enough to pull my melodic harp strings.
"You can't stay here"
"...not just yet," I said.
The grass wooshed against my thighs and hips
like a tiger, you stared me down.
"Do you know why you're here?"
"What are you addicted to here?"
The daffodils separated us
but I felt your immense soul
pulling me close.
"You wanna know what I'm addicted to?" he asked.
"Yes"
The grass tickles.
"You..."
Frazzled, I just had to ask
"I was expecting you'd say the daffodils."


"That is something I voluntarily can stop."

She moved
And I feel sorry for you
Because she overlooked your flaws
Your temper
Your selfishness
Your inability to love anyone but yourself.
She could have anyone in the world
But she still chose you
Everytime.
All you are now
Is a crease in her wrinkled past
A scar on her chest
A memory that fades
Faster than a photograph of you
Under her mattress.
Maybe now
She will find someone
Who loves her
Instead of someone
Who ***** the life out of her.
Never satisfied
Even with her beating heart
In his greedy hands.