Your love is like the sun in my face the wind playing with my curls a smile that infects me with one of my own Let me hide in the secret of us, of love mirrors into you and into me deeper still I found me outside the illusion of the light put flame to…
Tag: Love
BC // Day 3: Love is Worship
Love is the ultimate worship – first, the discovery of by seeing others, the finding of self through others, the exaltation of self as the greatest love and then the actual real work; loving outside of yourself.
Day 17
P.M. Did you pray for me the way I prayed for you? Pages filled with intentions, dotted with my tears splotches of ink and corrections You’re my dream made flesh My fertile oasis in the desert You choose me again and again.
Good Morning
I may not walk beside you at every moment lay with you at night but my days don’t start without you In those morning hours filled with the quiet I wait for you I’ve never been patient but I bridle that sense of flight because I know you’ll see me and when you do our…
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The silent moments between us used to be unbearable Now, I savor the opportunity to cherish you To completely devote myself to the ease of your laughter The careful way you choose your words I close my eyes and I feel myself reach toward you My hands eager to capture every curve of your face To…
rebirth
It took fifteen years for me to recognize you and another fifteen to try to forget you. I buried you in my work, duty and vices but I was never sated. You were my dream and I couldn’t conjure anything better. We tried throughout the years to grab snatches of each other but we were…
Forest Gump
Reading has always been like music to me. I could close my eyes and see the words hovering above me in the air…taking shape into the story,character’s laughter weaving spells around me, landscapes enveloping me…so it’s no surprise that I would use it the same way most people use music; to help process. There are…
The Lightbringer
Daily Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/hes-shes-so-fine/ What drew you to your significant other. Our story started in High School and is only slightly cliche. He was the popular, well dressed and smart boy who seemed so out of reach that I resigned myself to being his friend. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t an immediate physical…
Gabriel García Márquez
While I knew he had been ailing for years, I never reconciled that knowledge with the natural eventuality of death. For me, he was a living champion of culture, of words, of language and of beauty that can only be captured by his pen. I haven’t cried yet, but the tears are coming. Finishing 100…
Vogue
Look at this amazingly photogenic cat. He’s a jerk but he looks good in pictures. From the neck up, of course.
Lux 