"Can I do that for you?"
"Here, let me take care of it."
"Don't worry honey, I took out the trash already."
More than silence.
Space. Freedom. The radiant light crossing the distance between the worries pressing your spine and a task checked off by someone else when you weren't looking.
It is an air valve popping loose.
A throat suddenly choked up even as the tension melts away from your muscles. Sacrificial love replacing the items on your to-do list, one by one. Your mind free to think again, to live again.
An oasis in a blinding desert, planted by another person, fertilized with their perception, and watered with their care.
It's not just that a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It's that you're now weightless.
They have shouldered your burdens with a tender smile.
They have helped you learn to fly again.
Love Languages Series: II - Acts of Service
It is the absence of air - of space.
A twoness made out of oneness, that slowly becomes oneness again.
It is fire.
The light graze of HEAT along the edges of your suddenly tight knuckles. Every pore in your body falls in love in a vivid blur of life.
It's all-encompassing, like how the lazy sunset spreads and pools its searching golden fingers across every living thing, clinging to the earth.
It is a lazy ripple striating across the surface.
The stress leaving your body in waves as they rub your shoulder. It's an intense, firm awareness of every atom in your being, every breath and shift of your limbs a story waiting to be told.
It's a prison and a release when they hold your hand for the first time.
It's earthy comfort and flickering excitement. Heavy heat and grounding warmth. Lightning nerves turn to steady assurance.
Love Languages Series: I. Touch
I want to know you
but you are another world away;
a barrier stands between us
my words don't reach your ears.
I need to know you more
to love you better,
or my feelings remain incomplete.
Within your eyes I see a distance
it becomes a cancerous growth,
and our relationship shrinks,
from lack of communication,
The action is mine
a decision held within my hands,
to give away, jettison my pride,
and finally speak to life that you recognize.
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My words are borrowed,
From the tongues of those
Who stole our freedom.
Yet now I use them,
For my expression
In the name of —
A contemplation on the genuineness of my expression -- is it truly liberation when I exclusively use English, a language widely used by my oppressors?
On the one hand, I have no choice since I'm much more eloquent in English. On the other, even the circumstances that lead to the huge difference in proficiency between English (my second language) and Bahasa (my mother tongue) reeks of privilege. This is a constant dilemma I have when writing about social, economic, or political issues.
in english we say i miss you,
like the person you seek comfort from
is nowhere near.
in french they say tu me manques,
like that person
is literally missing
what i’m trying to say is:
te echo de menos.
you’re not here in my circle of proximity.
you’re too far away to hold close
or even meet for a walk & a talk.
& maybe it’s selfish
but i find myself
or how you make me feel
when you embrace me & my being;
talk softly to me & laugh with me;
walk calmly near me
& search for answers in my eyes
or on my lips.
we’ll always be friends.
but i think you’ll be that friend
where i feel something more.
safe & calm;
happy & warm;
soft & blissful.
& while i can feel those things
with my friends & family,
it grows differently with you:
a gentle glow of light
in the depth of my soul,
kindled with every touch;
every inhale of your cologne.
i hope it never dies out.
i used to question:
what if it’s just the idea
that i miss
& the short time we spent together
that i relive in my mind?
but i know it’s not just an idea.
because if it was, i would want that
with anyone who piqued my interest.
but it is listening to music with you
& sipping cider in busy bars with you
& sitting on cold benches conversing with you
& lying breathing with you
& how did it get to this,
when surely you don’t feel the same?
i could see it,
& maybe you could.
but maybe that terrified you,
or made you think more than you should.
pero que será, será; whatever will be, will be.
the Lord will have his way,
& it’s okay to feel,
come what may.
so is this simply a nebulous picture
that i once dreamt up on a train?
no, it is you.
m i s s
Why do I want to
Why do I want to
Why do I want to learn
To connect to my
i love you.
Wǒ ài nǐ
я тебе люблю
Я люблю тебя
jag älskar dig
no matter what language,
love is beautiful.
writings on the inside of my walls
pictures and symbols of our love
deep sounds of moaning rising from within
nails digging deep and deeper into flesh
carvings of sensual sensation
creating waves and waves of passion
******* together in unison
simulating each senses, the aroma of love
written on my papyrus
All mean hello.
Communication is an important part
of our lives.
Words are used so many times,
and let's keep ours
soft and kind.
around the world
help us say
many different words.
But one thing
is for sure
when it comes to all these words.
They all have
the same meaning
when it comes
to being yourself.
Because no matter who you are,
you are you,
and that it that.