There is nothing better than the feeling
Of truly being with you

Being with you
Your eyes meet mine and it’s like
The whole universe stops
But the stars just keep twinkling

Twinkling
Giving an inkling of a love
That will last forever
Your hand in mine
Or maybe on my thigh
But baby wherever you are
Is where I want to be

To be
In your arms every night
And every morning with the sunrise high
Your touch
Your breath
A love of this depth is intoxicating

Intoxicating
In a way that can’t compare
To any alcohol or drug
That’s ever been in my system
But with this one,
I just can’t seem to sober up

Sober up
To the fact that I am
So loved
And immersed in a feeling
You’ve got me kneeling on the floor
Thanking God for giving me you.

Our space felt cold,
colder in December
while warm has gone along the season
yet we let it snow like we never cared
for each other like the flowers never bloom in spring.
"Why do we let it dry like it's the middle of July?"
you asked, but never try.
So we left searching for the universe
but hoping it would bring us back;
ran asking for a moment to breathe
but never knowing how long is the track.

I’d like to think that your ways
are the air, the winds.
I am the water you can move, and carry mists of me with you,
though brief and fleeting
effervescent,
though you can’t see me there sometimes,
I am felt in you. I am breathed through you.
When you’re heavy with me, you are the fog.
When I’m heavy with you, I am the breaks of surf
smeared out on the sands.
Sometimes
we make a rip curl,
burrowing under me
by some unearthly gravitational force.
I swell and mix with you.
We fight for the top till
we must fall over the apex
and break over the earth,
crashing down
again and again.
Until there is no more moon
there is no separating us,
as much as they try.
The sea of our stories
will be played in by the ages
of Children and their children.
From our ritual they may find sanctuary
So long as our ritual exists

The sharp claws you hide
beneath your tender fingers
do not frighten me

4:06 PM
26/10/20

The nights
are growing darker
and the waves
are getting rougher
Surrounded by
darkness and disarray,
I make my haven
in this boat built for two.
This love is an ocean
beneath a sky of uncertainty-
it consumes us night after night.
But, together,
we take this voyage-
just me and you.

Like lavender,
this world is a brighter place
because of your beauty
and your grace.
Like lavender,
there is something about you,
so wild yet so soft,
that gets me through.
Like lavender,
you have a scent so divine,
and I have been blessed
to call it mine.

Water pours on to the ground,
Raindrops fall yet make no sound.
The weather quickens,
the wind churns.
In the hearth fire burns.
Unto the ground their bodies meld,
with digits interlocked, hands tightly held.
Two figures writhing intertwined.
Hearts stood still in endless time.
Loving, breathing, lusting, heaving.
A perfect moment under fires light,
then carried on into the night.
Their acts befit their unfeigned glances.
Around they moved in ****** dances,
never halting true romances.
Silhouetted in flame, the couple calm.
The sun aroused approaching dawn.
Whispered into ears they speak,
"without your love, I would grow weak".
Eternal and merged, souls entangled.
Clothed only in light, shows every angle.
Into restful sleep they fall, a message of love for one and all.

it's the whisper of a weary goodbye
caught in a sea of hellos
the faintest touch against your lip
from a manicured hand
or one so callused
it's fingertips rough as they glide on your skin
it's that feeling of familiarity
in a place so foreign
where no one knows your name but you
or who you are
and when you wander around at night
to stumble into your kitchen
making the pots and pans rattle against each other
it's the burning in your chest that goes down your throat
and into your stomach
birthing butterflies that flutter around
it's the cold splashes of water on heated skin
the tear stained pillowcases, the tear stained sweaters
the near-bleeding red scratches of the night before
and the deep blues and purples of a bruise
and when you've had enough
it's the mind-numbing ringing in your ears
and the sudden wash of everything at once
when you take those rose-tinted glasses off
maybe it's love.