Lu Unfiltered

Tag: new 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…

  • 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

  • Peeling onions and other tricky life bits

    So the storygoesthat one canavoid cryingwhile peelingonions,by biting intoa match,and havingthe flint endhang out,not unlikeAndy Cap. Peeling humansseems to bea similarlytricky pursuit,although I’mnot quite sureofwhat oneshould bite into… For humansand understandingthem,and what you findas you peelback the layers,can be supertricky.For we area truly flawedspecies of equallyflawed individuals,and mostof us,prefer not toloose face. So what now?Does…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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…