invited in
but always careening towards
something
(careless footsteps)
skin throbbing from the sting
(and not wanting to forget)
the pulsating rhythm of blood
rushing to the point of entry
bathed in sunlight,
the clenching stops
while quiescent clouds gather
rich, mellifluous enchantment
moments and memories stitched together
(everything in his house has a story)
trust comes in timid sips
I can’t stop smiling since and then there’s the and the way you time and space are meaningless here. it’s rather lovely there are no weapons it’s like cherry popsicles and puppy kisses it’s like a warm rain and singing around a campfire. it’s like top-shelf tequila and my toes buried in warm sand. it’s…
His thunderous laughter and gentle touch. The washing of her feet and tears so easily flowing. Brilliant mind dimpled grin buoyant step (and the warming of my hands). Noble heart and furrowed brow lover of words (and such a lover of me). Flowers and dark chocolate and the washing of dishes. Moments and moments of…