“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
haiku for the hump day
quiet dancing days
call for a heart filled with peace.
dancing and peace. yes.
...
some days longing is not enough.
my heart is not enough.
breath that rasps in and out
is not enough.
your touch is all there is.
its withheld power stings
and consumes
and demands
all that i am.
please.......
.
motto for today
what exactly is a pine barren????
why yes. i do have insomnia.
what exactly is a pine barren????
why yes. i do have insomnia.
For her
Everyday is Memorial Day.
This does not reduce his worthiness
Of honor,
Of ceremony.
But her memorials are
Small and mindful acts
Lovingly performed.
Honor her when you see her.
She is worthy as well.
Survivors sift through the destruction
Seeking bits and pieces
Craving that one thing
To remind them who they were,
Who they can never be again.
They grieve without protection
As we avidly watch,
Voyeurs of their broken hearts.
Close to you is close to me
And your absence is far from everything
~ pablo neruda
i added 1,000 words to my book today. the question is what on earth will i do with it once it is finished... 
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there are some things that are just too wonderful for words.
"I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda
leonard cohen is so very much more... oh. my. goodness.
I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.
If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.
from "Let Us Compare Mythologies"
Your possession is written on my body
In spiky calligraphy.
The needle, your body.
Pressing and piercing,
Marking me in ways unseen...
Even by you.
Forever remembered.
Forever a scar.
Remaining even when you
Are forever gone.
The rain drips
like honey from jewels.
My heart imagines
pooling amber on my skin
and your mouth....
“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda
Your hands fuel my imagination.
Holding your coffee cup in the morning.
Turning book pages.
Reaching to touch my arm saying
"Listen to this."
On the small of my back
at odd moments of the day.
On my face as you look in my eyes
right before you kiss me.
Holding my hand as passion cools
and bonds heat.
I love your hands.
you are all important to me.
i am at starbucks... there is a group of girls sitting at the same table here. they are chatting while looking at their phone screens. let me look at you! forgive me when i don't. remind me to look at your face...to hear what you are really saying.
put your hands on my breasts and hold me against your erect body. show me what you want. i wil give you anything,
"love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." ~ damien rice
just this...
"Love is the author, we are his paper. He is the sea, and we are its drops." ~ Rumi
“Let the world kiss you, sister. Let the moment kiss the most raw and tender spot in your heart until you cannot help but surrender, open.” ― Chameli Ardagh
happy birthday emmylou!
just as last year... this is how i will spend april fool's day... i don't handle it very well.
he said "loving a woman makes a man great. loving you would make a man very great."
my heart wept.