The love of an angel. The lust of a devil. The words of a poet. The heart of a lion. The fear of a youngling. The hope of dreamer. The pain of a sinner. The need of an addict. You, and only you are my everythings and more.
The love of an angel. The lust of a devil. The words of a poet. The heart of a lion. The fear of a youngling. The hope of dreamer. The pain of a sinner. The need of an addict. You, and only you are my everythings and more.
It is beautiful and cold, the chaos of colors on the trees and the ground, frosted over as the sky turns gold. Ice clings to the cars, chill in the air as the ascending sun burns away the mists and warms the world.
Once in a great while, when the probabilities align We have the opportunity for something Spectacular. An unexpected meeting Turning into a discussion that stretches over time And could evolve into more than friendship. Occasionally the Universe puts people in place To meet, to see if a spark can be generated And if there is […]
Kintsugi: “Golden Joinery”, breakage repaired and enhanced. Damage still there, but part of the story And the totality of the object. Cohen’s crack where the light gets in, But lets me see your soul shining through, Much as you try to hide your light Under your darkness and perfect veneer.
I faded off to thoughts of you And awoke to your smile, If only in my mind. For you were not there for me When I need you. You flitting off, my Arabella As I lay here like the Obscure, Alone as the darkness closes.
When you hurt, I ache at a distance. When you are sad, my skies are grey. When your world is in shambles I’d do anything to pick up the pieces And hold you until it is right again.
You brighten my day, The morning sun that burns through The chill fog of dawn.
Actually No. As in Number. Number 1. I am your Number 1 fan.
Not going to lie, under it all, I’m concerned. I’m worried something could actually happen before we can have that cup of coffee.
The rich smell of fresh coffee, curling in the air while it slowly awakens your senses. The halo of your bedhead mane, wild untamed hair spreading across the covers. The rose gold of the dawn slanting through the window, casting its illumination cross your form. The smile as you pass from dreams to the even […]