I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
I came to
How is it possible, you ask, for love to be greater than the person who does the loving? That’s because love defies the rules of reason. It is the only exception.
For what it’s worth, I think perfect love stories have perfect disasters hidden somewhere. If a genuine relationship comes out of two people screwing before they saw the potential of the ‘relationship’? Its perfect, beautiful, a work of art in fact.. Normal is overrated.
Of course, I am religious.
I worship love.
I believed all Angels had wings, that they never cried, that I would live a lifetimes and never see one up close, never know the glow of such skin, or know how intoxicating the feel of her soft lips pressing hard against mine, or how beautiful was a simple touch, and then you walked into my life and made me wonder why I had wasted so much time thinking about Angels.
I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.
Without the wetness of your love,
The fragrance of your water,
Or the trickling sounds of
I shall always feel
Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.
Don’t say to yourself, ‘Everyone argues!’ to justify and normalise your fighting, when the most natural thing is to love.
We all live but a hundred years.
When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.