#nerudainspired
I need you to understand
this single,unwavering truth.
If I taste the salt of the ocean spray,
or feel the sun’s first gentle touch on a dewy morning,
if I hear a melody that cracks the sky open
or hold a silence so deep it hums with the weight of the world—
every sensation,every breath, becomes a map,
and every map leads only to you.
The world is not the world without you in it;
it is merely a draft of a story,waiting for your name.
But,
if one day your heart grows quiet,
if the light in your eyes for me dims and fades,
my own heart will not beg.
It will learn the art of silence,
mimic your distance,
and build a fortress from the absence you leave behind.
If you ever let me go,
do not expect to find a ghost of me pining at your door.
I will have become the storm,not the shattered window.
I will have taught my roots to thirst for a different rain,
and I will grow toward a new sun,fierce and entire.
However—
if with every dawn,you choose me anew,
if your soul reaches for mine in the chaos of the day,
a constant,magnetic north,
then,my love, know this:
You have built a universe inside my chest.
A supernova of impossible light.
Every word you speak fans the eternal flame,
and every touch is a baptism.
I am yours not out of habit, but by destiny’s unbreakable decree.
My love is not a candle to be snuffed out;
it is the very oxygen that feeds the fire.
And as long as your heart beats my name,
I will be its echo,its rhythm, its unceasing reply.
I will be the shelter around you and the ground beneath you,
never leaving,always holding, forever yours.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
"where night is....love in the shadows or the freedom of the wind"
night, dark shadows swept
under the trees that scatter
whispering that they are
soaked in the ice-breath
of the sky,
the night has fled,
her dreams the fleeing
wind, questioning the
skies where the clouds
fade to nothing, kings
of the crumbling hills,
if i tell you i love you
you'll always love me
back because it is in my
seams, seamstress that
i am of island flowers
and strange ghosts,
flower of ink where
the darkness flows away
and the stars trace their
silver maps. i hold all my
love in a quiver and like
a god i'll slay you with
just one arrow if you
ever leave me like a dust,
link my arm as we walk
so boldly through the
dark shadows of the
night, where the wind
flees and the moon
steers her way through
our passions and trials,
we cry out to the wilderness
that breathes us,
and while i cry i kiss
your neck, your eyes
your lips.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
he is gone....
night's dark
shadows flit
and shake,
shadow breezes
sing of past
love,
when i kissed him
our love was a bowl
of exquisite rose,
lust ripped at our
bones sunk into
them like a gold
sun's bloom,
my heart remembers
him like a grey ghost
of the past,
worn and unholy,
my love for him
is still a whisper
in the grass,
my love for him,
and only him,
is water and fire,
fire of ghosts that
melt with love,
water of love that
drowns in pools of
steel
for what is forgotten
reaching down to catch
an invisible hand
i am an acrobat
remembering heaven
and love,
a leaf on the winding
wind, incredibly brittle,
for these nettles
i walked in still
sting as i sigh
for his name....
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC