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 Jun 2020
Batchelor
She is boundless

Eternal

Tears well up in my eyes

For her love was eternal

As time relinquished its hold over logic

And the sparks reignited frigid hearts

Returning to furnaces of courage, bravery and purpose,


She is the ocean. And she lies asleep, awaiting.
And I will lay eyes on you again, one way or another.

9th of February, 2018.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
With renewed vigor

A slip of the hip

The grip of the finger

I chuckle

I've gotten myself into a pickle, it seems.

For the first time in forever

I'm looking forward to basking in the sun

In the brilliance of something greater than all my dalliances

I'm feeling it now

Actual sunlight.
Hello, dear lover, Heliophilia.

The Age of Fire, January 2018.


The rebirth after actualizing Basic Instinct

  A year of elemental foreplay
    
     Barricading the year before

         Secluding hunger from need
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Sun, where we began and danced in her light until we grew tired of being and went apart from each other, promising to write snail mail and songs.
Mercury, where we collided and saw each other for the last time, hurtling towards a great unknown.
Venus, where we never knew strife and bargain, to begin with a step back and two steps forward, enchanted by all she had to offer.
Earth, was where we found each other, after walking quite a distance away from each other, only to meet again along the infinite line.
Moon, where the concept of death became alien and we danced to the ebbing of waves on the cold shores lit ablaze by the bonfires in our hearts.
Mars, where the idea of war entered our souls and waged war we did, turning whole empires into ash with our weaknesses and humanity.
Jupiter, where it was decreed our penance would be great, and humility would be in our bones before long.
Saturn, when we knew our time tending to orchards and vineyards for our sins would be over, and we danced until the morning light.
Uranus, whole and plain for us to see, the empty void of unchange making our souls sick, for everyday was exactly the same.
Neptune, where we finally settled on the same shores we met each other at first, and held each other closer than we ever did, as time itself stopped.
A love letter that took almost 6 months to create, since the author was stuck on the Moon line for a bit longer than usual.

Hello, love. My Red Queen.

August 2017.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
The sun might rise over you.

The days may grow longer and more pleasurable with you.


The night might belong to me.

The nights, cocoon us in our endeavors.


Time keeps ticking by.


Your smile canonised my feelings.


Clueless as we were, we couldn't get enough of that feeling.
The slow ticking of the divorce between the melding of the amalgamation of love and pain.
June 2017.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
A scent wafted through the air, her sunlight into your monsoon.
Your eyes closed, to take her in before she even came through the door.
Even breaths, soft chuckling curled around your ears.
Losing yourself in her presence, tracing your runes down her face.
How long have you waited for this moment?
You keep replaying that scene, with the sun behind her back in a ring of fire.
This is the fabled lover's cascade, isn't it?
Swoon, darling.
O, I swoon for you.
April 2017.
 Apr 2020
Batchelor
Kiss her. Kiss her until the creases and folds of her mouth fall into yours, your secret symphony together.

Run your fingers down her head, furrowing into hair, down her neck along her spine, and kiss her even deeper than before.

Hold her face, gently, as if a mere tug would dispel this sacred moment between you both. Delve deeper into her lips, form things unspoken.

Surrender to the chill down your spine.
That's the Sadness leaving your body.
Don't think. Just feel. Become one, until you cannot tell where you end and she begins.

Kiss her. Kiss her again, to breathe her in, her alpha and your omega.
The beginning of April 2017, and the true beginning of a smooth-contoured ending of uncertainty in my veins. Kiss, dip, swoon.
My dear lover.
Here is the Lover's series.

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