Lu Unfiltered

Category: Love

  • Dungeon Master

    Sowhy is it,that I love you,so very much?This crazycontentment,that seems to havetrapped us botha mere fourmonths in…Four months,going on ten years. It’s in your eyesthat crinkle,when you laugh,or say somethingthat’s bothfunny andhighly inappropriate.It’s the waythey look deepinto my soul,catching my breathin my throat.It’s compassion,and lust,and a softness thatI could not begin todescribe. It’s in the…

  • Maroon

    unlike T Swift,I despise it.Call it burgundy,oxblood, oreven garnet. See, this colourtakes me backto a darkplace.A place offear, hurt,abandonment,heartbreak,in fact, near-totalannihilation. And this wasmore than twentyyears ago,and the doer ofthe deeds islong gone.The scarsare mostly healed,and tattooed over.Yet.Burgundy hasthe uncannyabilityto bring itall back.Short, staccatoflashbacksof a horror moviewhich was oncemy life. The camera swayingBlairWitch-like,the fear tearing…

  • Lately

    I’ve beenthinkingabout that fish andher bicycle,and how, perhaps,she may wellneed one,after all. How elsewill she seethe meadow,and flowers?And yup,I know she can’tphysically pedala bike, herself.Yet perhaps,that may notbe a requirement…What if,the bicyclewas in fact, a tandem,and someone elsecould do thebulkof the peddling?And the fishcould narratetheir journey,showcasing herunique viewpoint,like, erm, well,a fish out of water. These…

  • Blissed out

    who knewthat thiswas evenathing.My bodyhumscontently.My mind isclear.My nervoussystem is dialledtoa deepforest green. Who knewyou would actuallycomeback,like you saidyouwould. Who knewwe couldpuzzle pieceour weekstogether,chatting andlaughing,while buildingthis ordinarylife,filling ourmarble jarto the brim.We bothknow therewill be withdrawals,and kinksin theroad ahead.There will bethick salty tearsin the back ofmy throat,and therewill alsobe more bliss,as we,the novicesstumbleforwardinto this randommagnificencewe continue to…

  • The longing

    is real,and uncomfortable.Like beautifulstilettosthat are justa tiny bittoo tight…At some pointbittersweetshifts tounbearableand one hasto broker somerelease,or at leasttemporary respite. And while theprudent ormore togetherindividualsamong uswould advocatefor temperance,perhaps evencounselrestraint, orat the very least,quiet, modestsuffering,I have no suchqualmsand howllustily asI contemplatethe dire situationconstitutedby yourdistinct yetunfortunateabsence,knowing full wellthatthe heart wants exactly,whatthe heartwants:you. ~Lu

  • The joy

    of simple things,that aren’tthings. A genuinesmile,connection.Sipping wine,whilecooking everydayfood.Laughter.Kinship.Appreciationfor theother’sspecialness,rarities, quirksandoverallgoodness. Contentmentin easyconnection.Followed byeasy partings,knowing thatthiseveryday event,will happenagain. This isthe beautyof aneverydaylife,well-lived,forever gratefulfor theseno-longer-strangersand theirprofoundimpact. ~Lu

  • For Che

    To call yousweet,would be tosaythe same ofGodiva chocolateand whoon earthwould do that? There is a softness,a kindness,that glowsfrom you,yet much likethe Persianrice youserve us,there is a deliciousgrit at thebottom, a chewytenacity whichtransformsthe outer dish. While beautyis indeed, or at leastpartly, in the eye ofthe beholder,there an unmistakenawe thatflows from thefolds of yourmagnificence. Do not underestimatethe…

  • Considering meeting Cerberus and other birthday complications

    Birthdays can becomplex.On the happinessand lightside of thescale,there’s cupcakesand sprinkles,presents andjoy. There may alsobeneglect, orindifference,or simplyhaving nothingto give,or share. These aresome of theearly years’ birthdaythings. And yet,we move on,we grow,without thatpony, or puppyor senseof belonging. As supposedadults,they may retaintheirsame power:flipping theswitch back tothose vulnerabletimes…Waiting forother humansto arrive,only forno-one to pitch,being left out,or simplybeing consideredinconsequential. Yet…

  • And then

    we talkand I blowthe doors of my heartwide openexposing my fearand panic.And I literallysay exactly what’scrept under myskin,suddenly appearinglike an itchytapeworm,the compulsionto scratchso strong,while my blooddrips slowlyto the floor. And you tellme what I need toknow,and it’s not pretty,or tidy, or sugar-coated.It’s gritty, and horribleand tender, andreal, and itbreaksmy hearteven more open,to love you,to keep…

  • I love you

    because we arethe same,and I livefor the gettingof my in-jokesand BSG. I love youbecause you’renothing likeme:big, and wild,and dangerous,with somegreat livedstories to tell. I love youbecause youbring such greatand ofteninfuriatingperspective.Are you evenhuman?And how canchocolate notbe a recognised and appreciatedprimary food group? I actually haveno idea howto trulyloveyou, as Iwitness thecare and considerationyou applyto this everydaything…