"Welcome to this place"

"In our secret world, we were colliding
All the places we were hiding love"*

a beautiful warrior spirit rests in her
the clarity of numbers
the will of mountains
the ignorance of dew

sometimes she feels herself
with uncertain fingers
saying let it slide
to all the tears
not turned into poetry

there is such force in her smile
despite decades of loneliness
despite the heavy burden of an empty sky
she has an electrical heart
dreaming of the acceleration of life
in the first and only home
she knew

her heart is dreaming to be born again in every smile
in every fiery pulsation,
to rest in the dream of the womb
she owned

that time in the sea of womb
doesn't need to be remembered
cause it's in the most intense of breathing in,
the most vulnerable cry,
the most beautiful self-abandonment
when life just trusts life
with the heart power

When I read
Someone's literature,
Prose, poetry,
No matter,
I enjoy the read
For the read,
Voice, style
Words, meter.
A combination
Of fact and fiction,
Shared understanding
Through emotion.
That's the art
Of literature:
When writer,
Not autobiographer,
Strikes the nail,
Strums the chord,
Touches
The subconscious
******.
One seldom
Reveals
Hard facts
Of one's life:
Writers give insight
Readers find right.

at your first swimming lesson, they teach you to breathe through your nose and let air out through your mouth to avoid swallowing water and although i listened closely, i may have missed a step because i am sick to death of wishing myself six feet underground but my love, it's not an easy feat to breathe with litres of salt water flooding your lungs

So yeah uhm hi.
I don’t know why I suddenly feel this shy….
‘Kay lemme give this a try.
 
Usually my words come easily to me.
Quick, fast and free.
But today they have chosen to disperse.
And their timing couldn't have been worse.
 
How can I begin?
With your little cute baby-like chin?
Or your sinfully hot **** voice?
Miss Callaghan, you are presenting me with a very difficult choice.
 
When your blue eyes meet my green……
Well heck I think that they are the most beautiful pair I have ever seen.
 
Every time that you speak.
I just wanna giggle and squeak.
Just one magical look in my direction and my knees go weak.
 
When I’m tearful you instantly wrap me up in your insanely strong arms.
And every so softly start stroking slow soothing circles on my back with your palms.

Your heartbeat.
I could listen to on repeat.
Come rain, shine or sleet.

You’re here? You’re here? Please, I need you near.

Between us distance should not exist.
That would be way too much of a risk.
Your hands travel the circumference of my face.
As you endeavour to memorize every last trace.

Your left index finger.
It stops to linger.
It’s destination?....
My bottom lip.
While your right hand gently ends its trip.
Finding its place, tenderly resting on my hip.

You slowly move your face closer to mine.
It takes all of my strength not to release what I feel can only be described as a pleading whine.

As our lips finally meet.
It is slow. It is delicate. It is sweet.
With this one kiss, I've been completely swept off of my feet.

As the connection is broken.
It feels like an eternity before any words are spoken.
Well there were no words per say. Just quiet mumbles of laughter.
And the wide smiles spread across our faces soon after.
Then I feel myself being pulled into a huge hug.
I bet that there are very few people that know that you can be a complete soft lug.

Every tiny little interaction.
Only assists in strengthening my seemingly ever-growing attraction.

You are my day, you are my night.
Everything with you just feels one hundred per cent right.

Now that I think my feelings towards you have been made clear.
The question ask you here, I ask without fear.

With these last thee lines, my poem reaches it's end.
Lindsay Rebecca Callaghan will you please do me the greatest honour of becoming my girlfriend??

"Hey Monkey, you okay?"
I look up at the sound of your voice but I am at a complete lost as to what I should say.

My eyes are still bloodshot and red.
You enter my room and kiss the top of my head.
Kneeling just in front of me, you give your thighs a light tap.
Waiting to see if I move. Nothing. So you gently tug me on to your lap.

Again I start to cry.
"Oh hey baby, shhh I'm here. It's okay." You assure me as you continually attempt to keep my face dry.
Then I release a shaky sigh.
"Let it go Monkey...... 
.....Let all those tears flow."

"I-I-I want to-I need to leave." 
I say, wiping my face with the back of my sleeve.

"Oh no cutie you don't, 'sides I need my Cuddle Bunny..WHO! Also happens to be very, very funny!"

"I am?....
.....Y'know, you sound like Sam."
"Well ****!"
You say with a big cheesy grin.
Then you tickle my chin.

"HEY! HaHa. N-No! Stop!" I say laughing while playfully, trying to push your hands away.
"Now stay!....."

"...She's my big sis."
"Aww your face when you say her name. But yes Monkey we know both this."

We lay on my bed for a while. Then you smile.

"So?? Now that you're okay, what do you wanna do?"
"I told you."
"....."
"HaHa. Stay. Oh! And this..."

"...Can't start our day without a morning kiss"