Category: Love
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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Sometimes
just looking at you is hard. You catch my gaze and my breath. You’re ordinary to the naked eye, to the uninitiated and the uninformed. For your special brand of black magic runs deep, and lethal. There is no cure, ask me, I’ve looked. I have tried to get away, and faltered, tried to move…
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A mother’s love and other dangerous situations
She flashes a determined gaze and I realise way too late, that I am very much on the wrong side of the law. This strong, capable and collected woman will not bat en eye while a certain bad boy bleeds to death at the feet of her precious daughter. And while many daughters are, in…
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There’s a gentleness
when you hold me. A soft, almost anticipation in your eyes. Our breath syncs, and I cannot distinguish my heartbeat from yours. My cheeks are wet, as strong emotion escapes my body. So this is what it feels like to truly live. This simple magnificent pleasure, of being fully seen, and wanted. ~Lu
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Friends
New ones, old ones, related by blood ones, separated by distance ones, down the road ones, and dare I say “work ones”. All of them great ones. I may not have hundreds, yet the two handful count ones I do have, are literally worth their combined weight in gold. Every single one. So what makes…
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No mud
no lotus. Looking at you I see right into your soul, your humanness, your things that you wished you hadn’t done. And I love you. I open my bad shit cupboard and I show you: my weakness, my stumble, my falling off a cliff, your hand strokes my belly, a part of me that you…
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And then
you do it all again. You come on over and flick the switch into overdrive and that good ol’ black magic comes flooding back in. You are magical in your everydaynes like the perfect double espresso, and conversely also in your wildness, your crazy freeness and your amazing playful spirit. A considerate hedonist, perhaps 😉…