I have loved you
with things more than love,
beyond the vibrant layers
of devotion
to the rotting
folds of
insecurity and failures;
I have given you
even non-gifts,
because I cannot help
but to offer you everything.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I have loved you
with things more than love,
beyond the vibrant layers
of devotion
to the rotting
folds of
insecurity and failures;
I have given you
even non-gifts,
because I cannot help
but to offer you everything.
You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
It’s not that most connections
carry no love;
it’s that so many loves
can exist only in one space —
can survive only at the bar
or breathe only within an app.
To uncover a connection
worth pursuing
is to find a love that can flourish
at home
and in the streets —
Saturday night
and Sunday morning.
This time is deceit
for I’ve felt eternity
in my longing for you
and an immortality in your love.
So, external time withers,
for all time is within you.
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She’s never been my sun;
she’s a vibrant moon,
and when her tides pull me in,
the waves crash and carry
my howl
for her.
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