how beautiful the possibility is that you can make someone’s heartbeat quicken..
i’m not for everyone..
let’s make love
in the moonlight..
i used to be afraid of death.
the perpetual
darkness
nothingness
~
darkness
of late
across my lips
ending in silence
striving to reach
nothingness.
~
death
a mutinous thought.
— wf
“she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away”
you cannot touch my soul with your bare hands..
“silence and gesture are part of direct communication.”
“when will we make time for one another..?”
wf
some moments are worth writing about..
the moon kidnaps my senses..
“love is a battlefield”
-
the days of daze
passed
as i contemplated
how love could be
compared to a militaristic paradox
of who owns what land
as if land could be owned,
as if i could be owned.
once you have
conquered me,
what is left?
-
“us against the world”
-
the very thought
of constantly
building walls to keep
non existent intruders away
from our love,
as if they have a way
to capture
the passing gaze of poetry
and the touch of lips
in day dreams,
seemed unfathomable.
-
”..but you are mine, and I am yours”
-
once i became
your possession,
i was lost through
the hole in your pocket.
my first word was bird
and before i could walk,
stroller rides were my favorite
so i could touch nature
and she could touch me back.
why would you
keep me from that?
-
“we are soul mates”
-
my soul plays chess
frequently
and lost it’s king
and queen long ago,
playing with
neither intention
nor vengeance.
neither searching
nor finding.
free to be.
-
“so what is love?”
-
i don’t know.
— wf
i realized today that i starve my soul far too often; it almost brought me to tears..
I tasted you
and instantly wanted to be
an infinite poem
with many stanzas
-
listening to you
tongue every syllable and silhouette
of my being
feeling your body
language move
pounding the soul
of the words
you did not want me
to forget
how I knew you did not
want to forget me
-
you grasped at air
like you grasped me
that night
holding on tight
as if you had captured
the light of life
in your hands
-
I knew you would let go
but at that moment
I did not care
Letting go meant
we had been there
turning a timeless bliss
into a once was.
-
and this is how
I became me.
-
through you[r]
beautifully sad poetry
— wf
when does one
become the right one?
-
and when I am not
the right one
why do I automatically
pick a dualistic mentality
by feeling wronged?
-
do we have to be
the right one
to be able to draw life
from our life form?
-
I formed life
from you
why does that feel
so wrong?
— wf
in my mind
we have made love thousands of times
and even though I cannot conceptualize
what love actually is
we made it.
-
fucking into existence
an undefinable energy
everyone knows exists
but no one knows exists.
-
standing
naked
unborn minds
on top of majestic silhouettes
of sweat and moans.
-
two creators
destroying creators creating
-
we became a paradox
of death and life.
— wf
