#betweenus
I want to sink
And lose myself 600 ways in you
Losing myself in how you feel,
How you smell.
A softness that doesn't fray
Between the heat
Shared between you and me,
It doesn't wrinkle.
It doesn't crease.
It's not a traumatic response
From any part of your or my journey.
You breathe against me
The kind of comfort that trust
Cannot put into words.
Unrushed. Patient.
The way home should feel.
Before true happiness,
I stretch and unwind
In your quiet
Twisting and turning,
My face pressed into how
Warm you are.
When I lay on you,
I don't want to get up.
I want to lay here and dream,
Far from the suffocation
That exists away from you.
No matter how rough I am,
Compared to your softness
This goes beyond material reality
Where hands and feet
Don't have to beg for rest.
They just are.
There are no wrinkles in how you love,
In the way you unfold and spread yourself.
Eventually,
Love doesn’t stay young forever.
It matures in its openness.
In this, there is surrender.
I am consumed in you
No longer twisting,
No longer turning,
But at peace.
Whether I am closing my eyes
Or opening them.
I am glad that you're here
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
When I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than any obstacle that could come between us. I love you the most.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC