Do not be afraid of yourself, love. Do not fear your being, your living, your breathing, the fervency of your idea, the quickness of your heart. Do not fear your fear, your sadness, your gladness. You are made of all the same wonderful bits as this earth. There is something of the universe in you–and…
To B, On Her Birthday
On your birthday, my dear friend, I think of you, and sunshine– because the two are so entwined in my mind– you light up every room with your perma-smile, your energy bringing dull places to life. You carry light with you, golden curls bouncing, always a touch of bronze on your skin. And your heart,…
I close my eyes and lie back, float slowly down into a sea of you, your arms, your body wrapping around me like waves pulling me in, enveloping me in a quiet, peaceful death, like home, like comfort, weightless, silent but for a heartbeat. I sink into you until we can’t be told one from…
Why Does the Storm
Why does the storm Always make me think Of you? Could you Roll through me Like the thunder, Saturate and flood me Like the rain? Maybe You have the power To give me life and Devastate me equally. Wouldn’t I love To have you Pouring down on me, Your hands and your lips Washing over…
Some connections reverberate softly across distance and space, wending through the ether to rejoin an unseen other. When we met, I recognized you bodily, viscerally, my atoms greeting yours with a happy wave and a welcome-back hug. Perhaps my blood and your bones were once the same patriofelis, succumbed to worms and distributed across the…
After a long journey, I am parched. I want to put my lips to yours and drink you greedily like cold spring water overflowing my mouth and running down my chin. I will pour you into my hair and bathe in you. Revived, I will rise naked and glistening from your arms.
And let us support one another and grow into one another, so that when we are tired and worn, when all about us has fallen to the ground, still may we stand together. Let us remember that tearing down one of us destroys us both. For were we not both born of the earth? Do…
And Love, when we are old and have lost the elasticity and supple flexibility of our youth, let us remain thus: stiffened bodies and steadfast souls yet entwined, wrapped up in one another still, holding tight to that which nurtured and sustained us, clinging to our love and the enthusiasm that first propelled us.