Do you remember that time when we stayed over after that party? We slept in the back room, on an air mattress for two, and at 6.30 it was already so light that we were woken up by the heat coming from outside, because of the bright sun coming through the window. We were naked and just had a little blanket to cover our heated bodies. I kissed you on your chest and your cheeks and your face and we just lay there, touching, and feeling and I couldn’t help but to caress my fingers across the softness of your skin. We had such a long time before the world would wake up, I just enjoyed smelling you and looking at you, and being with you, so close for just those few hours, when you didn’t build up any walls and where it was just you and me and our souls carried by these bodies that fitted so well together. We’d have *** half awake and then I’d lay on your chest, making sure your heart was beating this steady pace, while you fell asleep again. And my heart was so so full.

It felt complete, and full and my being sighed once or twice because it could finally breathe and taste the soft moist air that was love.
I’d glance over to you from time to time, trying to wake you up with my kisses and wanting more, always more of you. I remember my heartbeat, the smile that was plastered on my face and the immense joy that seared through from my crooked toes up to the broken ends of my hair.

It was real, and it was utterly absolute.

Your smell is intoxicating and as I pretend to read the article before me, you lean over to look for the answers that might be written in de tedious words or just in the way you say my name.
It’s sometimes difficult to look into your eyes and pretend like I’m just answering a question while I’m really conveying secret messages that are so full and so deep, and too much is revealed when I look into those brown depths, so instead I drift off to your eyebrows…
your cheeks…
and my eyes wander over to your lips, those full lips...

But those make me feel all other sorts of things
so I just look around, pretending to see something in the unappealing bright lights of the classroom, stumbling over my words and finally,

I give up and stop existing altogether.

I had missed you

And as I got you back,
I realized

I had missed me
too

It was sort of an art form, this love
I was certainly a piece of work

And it made us think, and feel and
open our eyes in wonder and awe
while our mouths and lips pondered on what our hearts
were doing

We screamed and fought
Cried out words that spoke of love and defeat

Always sealed with our naked bodies
ending up intertwined somehow

they made up the final brushstroke of a masterpiece
and the last note was sang while our hearts were breaking on a stage made up of broken promises and salty tears

I wanted to capture the moment
So I tried, but I couldn't, so I just stopped and

looked around

Breathing in the life that
surrounded me

When you were gone there was a sort of silence and peace
but it wasn't a silence of forgetting and finally's

It was a silence of growing in love
with how much I had missed you
and how much I had loved you
and how familiar it was to feel you near

Not physically
but in my head and in my heart
I had kept a place for you there
without even knowing it

It was nice and cosy
and there were flowers everywhere
the smell was overwhelming and the air was thick and moist of

love

I had become so much better at loving you from
afar

Please make love to me
For the sake of the trees on top of the hill
They stand there alone and dry
Yet happily for they are surrounded by the city and the people
Peacefully alone in the sun they await
Every day, and every night
Even though their branches might shake and shiver
they will not break;
their roots are deeply engraved into the soil of this mountain
they stand on