By far, my funniest organ is this delicate heart

that remembers crazy and lovely moments

that exalts and condemns with breaths in between

that longs and connects with as much fervor as it disconnects

humor me.

I see you lately and wonder if you remember even faintly

that we were naked and held together

by whispers and feelings and joining

and sighs and moans and secrets

and gazes shared in sacred and tight spaces.

I see you lately and wonder if we were worth

the tender longing for intimacies past

and wished for knowing, bared only in shared paces and

ambles in singular nearness.

I see you lately and wonder if we are worth remembering at all.

Promise me…

When you love that you will love with an open heart

That you will remember what is freely given is never in vain

That you will trust love’s wellspring from the core of your being

That you will realize that love doesn’t hurt as much as you fear 

And most of all, that you will allow love to complete itself in your existence and being.

Promise me…

That when you choose love that you will surrender

Because to live without love is the tragedy of any instance of life that you imagine.

Everyone thinks they’re special.

Everyone should think that they’re special.

Everyone should feel that they are special.

Everyone is special.

Everyone is.

Every one.

Worthy.

kiss me.

taste me.

feel me.

simple. uncomplicated. desire.

wanting to be close

my heart went chasing Yours

your heart reflected back

a fear of longing and a need for acceptance

from what is truly you and

what no one else can give

please love me

create this space where we can run

together

please see me

step through the slit of distance

love me

reach the closed down depths that hide the breathing parts of me

choose this sacred room

Quick thoughts

quick feet

quick hands

slow minds

slow movements into the horizon

so much trust between fingers

Gentle hearts and beats in time

i hate dusk

it’s like the light can’t be bothered to fight anymore

my mind feels like that sometimes

and i could not be bothered

but to let the darkness roll in

I am mustering the courage

to run towards

the life I think I deserve

my step wobbles every so often

when I think of the million ways in which

I fall short and

feel small

I am mustering the courage

to love you in the way that your soul deserves

and my heart weeps to do

I falter ever so often

when I think of the million ways in which

I have failed to love me and

how I could possibly love you enough

I am mustering the courage

to run towards me

so that I can find a sure way to step away

from the hiding behind old habits

that make things faster but short lived

I want to love me

so that I can allow you to love me

so that I can love you

and possibly, maybe…

love us together

I love the idea of you and me.

You fit in places I did not know were missing pieces and parts.

I love the idea of you and me.

But thoughts and fantasies of you scare me back to reality.

I love the idea of you and me.

Your mind whispers to my imagination especially when you are unaware.

I love the idea of you and me.

My mind’s version of you might be better than who you really are.

I love the idea of you and me.

What would be better is if I had a chance to find out.