oh lord how she is grace and beauty

oh devil how he is strong and tender

she is the water and the sky

he is the fire and the ground

her smoothness softness valleys and rolling hills caressed by the moon

his roughness sharpness ridges and hard lines forged in the sun
she is my calm my love my shelter

he is my excitement my passion my adventure

she takes me down slow and enfolds me in her gentle soothing light

he brings me up higher higher riding a wave of fire through the night

oh lord how she is soft and lovely

oh devil how he is vibrant and invincible

Memories once wrapped in silk
are now collecting
on the windowsill.
And I've traced outlines in the dust,
placing heavy exhales where
words were meant to be.

And I look at her,
and she is so trusting
of love, and I'm trying
to find beauty in these endings.

-k.p//silk laced memories

love is
a cycle
that starts with me
and ends with me
in pieces

And you taught me not to give my heart away.

You taught me not to trust strong arms and tall bodies.
You taught me that strong arms can wrap around my neck, just as easily as they can wrap around my waist.
You taught me that tall bodies are good to hold, but can hold you back, just as forcefully as they can hold you down.
I learned that you can't trust strong arms and tall bodies.
I learned that you shouldn't fall for sweet words and the perfect smile

And I learned not to give my heart to fallen angels because they'll put it through hell.