i fell for you in autumn, saw your gold soaked hair and presence everywhere, the leaves turned crimson and honey, the sun cascading through the woven branches, i loved you in winter, cold days spent wrapped up in wool and cloth, bundles of scarves and shared umbrellas, icy winds nipping at our laced fingers, i waited for you and spring, short eternities going by just so that i could see you again, breathe you in, hold you and feel home.
I lay here before you, u n d o n e. And it is my greatest fear. And it is my greatest desire. Oh, my darling, set my soul on fire. How I have waited for this moment, how I have yearned to be so close to you. For you to be so close to me, for you to see me in nothing but the pale light of the moon.
Do others feel like this every time? As if it’s something of actual substance, A real reason to yearn, A real reason to hunger, As if for another form of sustenance. Do others feel like this with a passing glance? As if you’ve known them from the start, A true sense of familiarity, A true sense of belonging, As if they’ve always weighed on your heart. Do others feel like this every time?
I saw your shadowed twin last night Under the open moon And as I walked I heard your voice So hushed with an echoed tune Your scent dragged along the wind All things I’ve missed the most Your gentlest touch on my sleeping skin My dear, my love, my ghost
for instance, I felt the yearn to feel love an arm surrounds an unclear path of blue, rejuvenating it is; I’m above, yet unanswered questions linger; seek clue, art thou afraid to love like juliet? hands unclasped; bent knees and silent prayers.
lying on the great expanse of pure white shining bright as the unforeseen, speckless future yonder desired and eagerly awaited snow so thick yet so warm a coalescence of innocence carpeting beneath the earnest lover eagerly awaiting for slivers of bliss flitting through the universe it transcends ,the vastitude of which may limit only if one conceives the boundaries of, slipping into the fabric of mind and dreams of our lover a wave of delight washes over indescribable and overwhelming was the riot of love in the lonesome lover lying on the snow garnering comfort from the warmth of memories inked with permanence onto the waiting lover