whirlpools.
thoughts,
ideas about love and other things
you.
me.
everything in between us.
the things I love the things I hate
the things i need.
Im not sure if you are one of them
but im afraid to find out.
lost in the humdrum punctuated by angry swirls
I find something elegant about your redemption
from your graceless fall each time.
so this is love hey
and i struggle to define it in some useful form
its not pretty at all and yet so strangely beautiful.
it seems the more we hang on the more it transcends
I am hoping desperately that it isnt simply a fear
ove the loss of time spent scaping us together each time
or some stupid hope that if we hang in long enough
the fruits of our labours will come.
or is it that you and i are inextricably linked by some chaotic yet ancient force
that stirs these whirlpools into action
that the sound of my name from your lips raises hairs on my neck
and the touch of your hands warms me to my soul
and in your eyes I see home, the very same one Ive seen you long for
in mine. and the stupid way you think drives me crazy,
but the way you love me is something of time immortal
and I can feel it burning into me
calling me home when Ive forgotten you on my adventures
and a pull so strong so real that it lights my heart almost as bright as my soul
when I see you and you see me in that way we do sometimes
we know its just so exquisitely right the way we connect.
whirlpools.
thoughts. ideas about love and other things.
you.
me.
us.