What love lay here beneath me: pressing softly upon the concave of two bodies.
Heart to heart; hairs tickling soft *****
If ever there was a want to believe in a divine, omnipotent force - it would be now, though entirely unnecessary.
For we have seen a many hardship, no excuses or apologies suffice.
No rococo or garish design - this is you and I, in the midst of the chaotic rhythms that naturally brought forth existence.
Insufferable at times; a compulsion, a weakness completely devouring us. Leaving ourselves open, vulnerable, to the intentions and propositions of the other.
We hesitate. For at times there is no better purpose, never a greater need, never a solemn moment, never a permanence. Yet, we welcome in the reality of these understandings. Changing and growing with the respect of time.
We must be compassionate with each other, yes, we must also be hard, but never forget the power and privilege we have inherited with such union.
For there has never been a more trialling, damning, passionate..... beautiful, pleasing, patience.....
What love lay here beneath me.
What life lay here before me.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
What love lay here beneath me: pressing softly upon the concave of two bodies.
Heart to heart; hairs tickling soft *****
If ever there was a want to believe in a divine, omnipotent force - it would be now, though entirely unnecessary.
For we have seen a many hardship, no excuses or apologies suffice.
No rococo or garish design - this is you and I, in the midst of the chaotic rhythms that naturally brought forth existence.
Insufferable at times; a compulsion, a weakness completely devouring us. Leaving ourselves open, vulnerable, to the intentions and propositions of the other.
We hesitate. For at times there is no better purpose, never a greater need, never a solemn moment, never a permanence. Yet, we welcome in the reality of these understandings. Changing and growing with the respect of time.
We must be compassionate with each other, yes, we must also be hard, but never forget the power and privilege we have inherited with such union.
For there has never been a more trialling, damning, passionate..... beautiful, pleasing, patience.....
What love lay here beneath me.
What life lay here before me.
