earth underneath it all.

this damp earth beneath me
soaks up my unshed tears
knowing all
for there is nothing new under the face of the sun.

nothing.


all is
round
and new
and bright
for although we are far
your heart is my heart.
I know it's delight.
oh love
all is right.

burning

i'm love lost
not forlorn but so close it is
woven into my very skin and the way I breathe
is a new kind of day
since we spoke those three little words.
a phrase so full of power and life and risk and adventure and peace I cannot
contain
this
burning.

you spill into my every thought
step
future self.
I will shout it loud in my head and my heart cannot beat without your name written on it
wouldn't want anything but
US.

oh lord, I am so lost in this burning bush and it is beautiful.
never ending, never consuming
but
encompassing.
I burn for you.

dark corner

if there was a dark corner
of my heart it would be this
one sadness.
not done against me, but out of solidarity and love I stood
along with those
relegated to Auschwitz
unbeknownst to them. either way.

and we were exiled. no one ever knowing the true cause
the case of injustice spanning
wide within the very house
of former promise and hope and unconditional acceptance.

now it is a place to cower from.
those memories in a dark corner
hide from the death on the inside. and
be thankful
you got out with your spirit.
broken though it is; some stolen beauty of innocence.
if only love were perfect.
oh wait...
it is justice I seek, will stand for, in the name of Love. these things I will not hesitate for
nor scoot among the dead whilst the living laugh at their folly.

rise, o soul, and walk out of this prison.
it is just a room full of minds, and yours is your own.
go meet the world with it.

recyclable

like the circle of life
so is the cycle of our love
always giving back and more than enough to go around.

my fear never realized, nightmarish situations now dissipate like mist on a moor once exposed to the sun.

truth of real energy, soul sustenance and forever pushing me to be a better version of myself, in the way we interact.
giving and taking and taking and giving and living every day as normal
on pluto.
for all those friends I thought would be neglected or not thought of or left in my "life before you" hasn't happened.
and won't.
for the kindness in you, the kindness in me, is a foreign kind of moss that grows from our love and seeps over and settles down in every crevice of
our lives
before
Our Life.
we are not changed, but enriched.

which is what I have always dreamed of, boldly hoped for, sought after, thinking a dream to be reality.
if he was the one.

you are love. we are recycled.

vm

i've told you once or twice
told all my friends
it is so nice
to receive
a lovely message
just for me.

but you remembered, took note indeed
that when i speak i mean it
and left me messages,
take heed,
which were so sweet and full of heart
that i vehemently refuse to part.

with the messages.
with you.

moving home

your skin i don't know
your breath i imagine
the way you look when you're relaxed
or rush back inside to get something you've forgotten.

your heart beats as fast as mine
so far away
you are right next to my ear through a thousand miles of air
and your words increase my gasps of incessant surprise and delight.
never before have i known a stranger so well.
never before have i let myself be known.
i do not hold back because this is not all those other times when it wasn't quite right.

spirits asking and offering answers to questions never uttered aloud, but heard all the same.


if this is what being myself with you means, then let us never be apart.

home at long last.
welcome, love.