Tag: new love
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So you
surprised me today, and in a very good way. And I realised that this very pattern is likely to repeat itself for as long as we both shall live. Your magic unlikely to dim, your tender heart pure. And again I stand in awe of the wonder of you. ~Lu
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Energy
flows between us now. A constant stream of connection, contentment, and also delicious turbulence as we navigate the trickle, to the stream to the roaring ocean. To love is to die, in order to be reborn better, more fully formed. More you, open wide to the discovery of self, and a glorious other. To love…
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And then
you leave like I knew you would. And my heart aches, as she cries out, yearning for you, while I slowly turn and walk away. Another great weekend done. Another long week to come. A week of messaging, and missing you, and wishing-you-were-heres, knowing fullwell that here is completely irrelevant. It is in fact all…
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When (5)
the craving hits I’m completely unprepared for the visceral impact it has on my body. I feel. I feel the longing. I feel the yearnings of my heart. I feel the near stupor of my brain, and when she’s eventually able to find language, she’s deeply disappointed, and quite mortified by the silly teenage notion…
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When (4)
all the chips are down. Well, I know that they aren’t chips exactly, they are checkers, or pieces, I look at you in wonder. There you are just there, in easy arm’s reach. Content in the early morning air, contemplating the surf, the sky, the people going by. We play, I win, yay! Once, mind…
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When (2)
the lightning strikes, my body is ready. THIS she screams, this this this. I burst into a thousand stars. Broken, torn, and in that moment perfectly whole. Words escape me as a torrent of emotion rushes in. At once I am weak, completely at your mercy and powerful, beyond my wildest imaginings. THIS as the…
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And then
you call me because it’s a random Wednesday afternoon and we haven’t talked much today. And my heart soars as I listen to your voice, and hear you smile. And you talk about us, and weekend plans and everyday stuff and your day and even, briefly, the weather. And I lap it up. Smitten. So…
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Turquoise rope, a love story.
There’s a coil of turquoise rope. Hanging in my scullery. Waiting, until the next time you appear. There’s a length of turquoise rope, running, between your heart and mine, and I cannot fathom how the hell you snuck in here, nevermind the rope. There’s a bundle of turquoise rope on the floor of my heart,…
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Jump
says my heart, as I step onto the ledge. Don’t be stupid, say my head. Fuck, I expected you to be somewhat more clever. For once. Are you seventeen? Do you even know this man? Has this got something to do with your hormones? I step back from the ledge. Fear, doubt and past hurt…
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Sleeping with strangers
Should be avoided at all costs. And may be mostly about loss. Feeling with strangers, is not for the weak, as you peel back your skin to show what they seek. Being with strangers, is what you make of it, or not. One moment cold, and the next blisteringly hot. Living with strangers fills one…