Kissing is not boring. Something I had never known. 2. ***** are just *****, but you like mine because they're mine. 3. You are a camel. You drink water in large and spread-out doses Just like you drink in my affection Stocking up on love because you're not sure when you'll get your next fix. 4. I'm happy to give and give so that you never forget how it feels. 5. You can never be too close to someone. Eyes flitting back and forth Fingers tracing Bodies crushing in a stedfast attempt to defy the laws of physics And melt into one. 6. Sing-alongs do not have to be on-key to be entertaining. 7. Kissing is not boring. Something I had never known. Never understood how one person could Spend hours with another's lips. 8. You called me a ***** And I might be good at something I'd never done before. 9. Secrets can be magical and torturous. 10. Hand-holding can become an addiction And "too comfortable" an understatement. 11. Love is, in fact, blind to distance. Terminals and metal detectors Are water off Love's wings And Baggage claim can be an utterly thrilling place. 12. You don't know what loneliness is until someone leaves you Exposed In the middle of a bed made for two For a bathroom break. 13. Kissing is not boring. Something I had never known. Never understood how one person could Spend hours with another's lips Tongue-tied in the dim light, Until I had it all to myself; Until you were there to prove it to me.
LDR life. This is better when heard read aloud. Wrote it a while ago but never posted.
i went to a witch doctor who uses natural ways of healing and by witch doctor i mean chiropractor, but the term sounds better for the situation i am about to describe he asked me questions while i held out my arm and if my arm fell easily to my side by the pressure he was applying, it meant no so he asked if i had a heart wall and my arm fell easily, like the way i fell for you telling him no (it was something i already knew but had hoped i suffered from because wouldn't it make life simpler to blame my infirmities on something so emotional and beautiful and dysfunctional we would have constructed together) he told me my body had nested emotions in other places so as to keep my heart open and vulnerable one of the places was my left arm and i didn't realize until tonight that when we first held hands and your heart was racing so fast i could feel it in my palm it was my left hand and well that is significant
Be proud to be with me, kiss me in public, hold my hand, show me off too your friends, take interest in what I enjoy, listen to me rant just to hear my voice, sit and watch the stars with me, be proud of me, and I’ll be proud of you…love me, and I’ll love you
They told me the only thing that could cure heartache was war, and since the war wouldn't take me I figure the only thing to do now is take up a life of crime. Gabriel Garcia Marquez says in Love in the Time of Cholera that the only cure for heartache is to find other hearts to break. Five years have passed and I still remember without fail the flint of a lighter, the squint of an eye, and the bell of your dress. I dream a dream each night, sweet variation of the story of you. It comes down to a letter sometimes, I go to the window well with a notebook and a pencil and I draft a sonnet, sometimes a verse, any form of an expression to idle the time it takes for me to find you. I know stars that haven't lived as long. The way I cupped my hands over your ears, the way rapture lived and loved, you kissing me in the shade of the palm trees up their on Notre Damen Ave. I know the curve of the Earth wrapped in the shades of the skin on your body. I live every day for the chance that I will meet you again.