i have had these bedsheets for a solid four years
turquoise butterflies flit across a sky of white cotton
embroidering trails in their wake

i knew them well - the loose thread
that i definitely needed to fix
(that i was never going to fix),
the ink stain from a late night art project
that, in hindsight,
i probably should have been a bit more careful with

but now there’s you
lying sprawled across them
a new addition to this map that - until now - i knew so well
and suddenly everything changes
i am in uncharted, unfamiliar territory

but then again, i’ve always loved exploring

Earth:   Three trillion trees.
Moon:   No cotton seeds.
Mars:    No face to feed.
Yet billions here seek shade.

i have always had this worry that i could be missing the great things that i could be doing with my soulmate.
how if i don't find this person, time will be taken away from us.
but then i realise that once you find that person

time stops.

only the two of you can
glide through time or
relax through time,
enjoy through time because it doesn't matter how long you have been with that person.
it's the quality of the moments that you will remember and cherish the most with one another.

-D.L.

The bitter drink is that of loneliness
Its company,
Pure desire. How it destroys a soul,
Magnificent malnutrition; magnanimous toward
Malignance.
A yearn. Unanswered, festering wounds.
Crashing thrashing, harassing,
Then caressing.
Loneliness still sings.

my hands want to feel your chest
and play with your hair
and memorize your whole being

whisk me away on a ship that's not there.
To an island full of gators! that have been covered in hair.
exploring misty mountains! and climbing epic trees!
diving to the bottom, of the air in the breeze.
imagine a life like that, think of life full of tales!
fighting great monsters, that has a full nine tails!
take me away to a life just with you,
to a world of bickering, but never between two.
now the Lord calls us in, to sleep in her kites.
dreams of flying high, and falling in love with the night.
as you dream away beneath me, I wonder sad and clear.
what comes of tomorrow, if the air is mighty queer?
do we stay inside our castle and find an evil spy?
or go outside in the gales?
and let our imagination,
take flight.

My hands pull
the horizon down

charting lands unexplored
by my eyes

the horizon tossed
to the floor

the world has
never looked this

beautiful.

I have charted
many similar maps

But none of
those I wanted

to get lost
but now I

don't care if
I forever stay

wandering.

I stare into
those celestial constellations

and study the
stories they tell

worship the fire
that now ignites

the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton

Finally
My
Flesh
Grows
And
I
Can
Feel
Love(d).

As the ivy meets the water on the ancient crumbled wall,
So the water laps and kisses through the beauty of it all.
On the Rhine by the bridges where the flags drape from the lips.
And we float down the river with the water to our hips.

Couples watch as we pass, deep in awe and lost in love,
As the ducks pass in the water and the swans fly above.
Then the sun sets in Basel on a warming Swiss eve,
And I weep for the morning, for tomorrow we must leave.