Lu Unfiltered

Tag: new love

  • Early Days

    and dopaminehighs,yet wepersist. Things changeshape and therhythm ofour sharedlife changesgears. Yet herewe are.Content,smittenand temptingfate as sheholds herblood staineddouble-edged sword. When willshe comefor us my love?Time willtell. Yet perhapsthis time,she’s on our side?For shehas seen thepaths wetravelled toget tothis placeof respiteand comfort.This placeof everydaybliss,and perhaps,just perhapsshe has biggerfish to fry,than us. I look atyou in marvel,your…

  • I’m sorry

    I’m here forsomeoneelse.Only I’mnot.I’m here tobe fully consumed,by you. To be held,to be nurtured.To be in awe of.And to gasp at.To bea source ofgreat amusement,even comedy.To beconfused by,to be lovedby,to befully me.With allthe weird danglybits. And thefeelings,and the big laughs,and the contemplationand uncertainty.And joyousabandon. I’m hereto be.Withyou. ~Lu

  • I’m feeling

    somewhat outof sortstoday.There’s a dullache. Nothingthat needsmedical attentionof the official kind.Instead,it’s my heart. She’snot quiteherself. Despitethe extra sleep, andstretching out acrossthe entire bed.Despite eatingall the chocolatemyself, without needingto share.Despite watchingexactly what I wantedwithout having tonegotiate and compromise. See,I seem to havemisseda trick here.The wonder ISin the compromise,in the negotiation,in the figuring outhow two bodies shareone…

  • These

    randommomentssneak up on me.Quite unexpectedly. I wake up,and you’re there.So handsome, Ican barely look at you.The memories ofbliss, laughterand togethernessflooding in. I watch you atparties.Your swoon-inducing laugh,your humour…The view from this besottedplace, quite priceless. How did we gethere?Mating in captivityas lightening crashesall around. Firecracker,intellectualist,funnyman,mensch,doglover.The complete packagein amost deliciouswrapping. ~Lu

  • So this is

    what itfeels liketo be loved.To be wanted.To be trulyseen,appreciated,and savoured. Beauty isindeedin the eye of thebeholder, andthere’s a lotto be said to bein the sightsof a soft, generouseye. Love isinteresting.And being lovedeven moreso.It’s notwhat I thoughtit was going to be.There’s more teeth,and more softness.There’s variety,and wild abandon,and trust.And stillness,and eyegazing,and wonder. It’s the everydayness ofa…

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • We talk

    when it’s darkoutside.And the lightsare turned down low.Cosy, inbed,the worldfeels a millionmiles away. You muse atthe state of theMilky Way,and I smile,immersed in the galaxybefore me. I don’t understandthis thing.Yet I feelit, everywhere. There’s greatfreedom in thisknowing. Thiscomfort of howthings are.This looseness andtightnessall at once.Wild discoveries andhumble home cooking,synchronicity. Curiosity, humour,joy,and that sense thatsomehow, againstall…

  • Name it

    to tame it.These wise wordsfound metoday.I’m a writer.The prospect makesme feeltruly fulfilled,and completelypetrified.At once.Or perhapsexcited, andafraid.I have a destiny,a piece to addto the bigger puzzleof my life,and perhapsyourstoo.To give backsome ofthe blessingsI’ve so freelyreceived. Name it, totame it.I love you.With a passion thatsurprises,thrills, and alsotriggers thescary monster in the closet greys,all at once.This love couldconsume…

  • 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…

  • 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…