Friday, November 29, 2013

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You make my soul
the thrum of quick heartbeats
under your fingertips,
the flush of



the shivers
that reach my very core.
those waves of
incessant kisses
irrepressible vocality
irresistible pleasure, 

the tethers I had so 
carefully tied around my heart
come undone
and I become lost in

the moment

my emotions

in you.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

378 Days

You once said
that you could only write
of the concept of love as
a hypothesis
made solely from 
the observations
of love lorn friends pining away
and characters on the screen
that kill and cheat and die for it.

It's been 378 days
since love
wasn't just hypothetical anymore;
would you have gathered
the words to explain
the complexities
that still elude me?