the spoken word.

Spoken word. to words not spoken. It's an interesting thing. Feelings. Tears over songs at inopportune moments. 
Wine.
Words I can't read. inhibitions lost. desires to hold. arising.
at a loss of so much found. Like standing on the edge of cliff.  with the most beautiful view in front of your eyes. So much churning and yearning inside. It's alright, cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
with a smile on my face. vulnerable and confused. 
dare I say. I'm happy.

patience

it's kind of a funny space, an in between place
expectation of sorrow, and a loss tomorrow.
everyday building, our love yielding.
turning the page, setting up a new stage.
changing and growing,
holding in the tears that are flowing.
the known sadness and pain,
for a tomorrow that's soon approaching, the darkness encroaching.
Distance increasing as the touching is ceasing.
The balancing of detaching, the useless emotions of [over]reacting.
moving on.
Why does that mean leaving behind
love that is patient, love that is gentle, love that is kind.

Love is the answer
Love is the way
it gets us though, moves us through the day.
It's pure and it's real.
The way that I feel.
Inside and out
no questions and no doubt.

Almost a year.

Not a lot of time. Yet a lot of time. enough that I don't want it to end...

Some time last June:

It's so easy. Natural.
Days turn into nights
so effortlessly
Then the night gently fades into the sunrise.
And a new day is born.

"Take me the way I am"

Unknown, adventures, tracing, exploring new trails, crevices,
coffee stained shirts. Weekend vacations.
Escapes.
And here, I am

I can write pages upon pages about you...

fleeting moments...

and as i sit, tears falling down my cheeks. writing and thinking. thinking and writing. People are gathering over a man that is now lying still on the ground. The sirens getting louder and closer. They begin to do CPR. As I cry, over my future, for the unknown, this man lies on the cold ground, breathless, as the sun begins to set, for what just may be his last time. If this does not show the fragility of life. In an fleeting moment. I don't know what will. This is why I have become the way I am. Why I risk my heart, my tears, in the way that I do. And, as his resting body is rushed away with helping hands, here I sit, on the same cold ground, watching the sun finish its journey below the horizon. I then pick up my bike, and ride back home with tear-streaked cheeks.

simple closed curves

and then, like circles do. it comes around; eclipsing the previous. following the curve, around. repeating, but new. infinite. constellations unexplored. laugh lines. your story. circling around, crossing streets. metamorphosis. emerging out of my cocoon. stretching out my new wings. stepping out of the known. and taking flight.

me[you]

Words. emotions. feelings [speechless]
You. are. inspiration. [mine]
So many moments,
flowing in to my brain. Making sense of it all [trying].
[My] blood flow surges, washes, washing it away...
And, all that is left is my heart beating. next to yours [with yours].
What I need [want].
White light surging.
Torrential downpours [of colors].
Your beauty makes my words insecure [out loud].
Taking it all in. Taking it all away
[your breath]
filling up every cell, every space [every crack]
letting the light in.
Changing colors. metamorphosis.
Soft gazes.
I mean it. every time [kiss]
Intense [In tents].
It's August.

ten months later...

to hear from her lips.
she misses me.
there was nothing wrong.
with us.
means almost more than the love we shared.
it was not make believe.
real.
closure. at last.
your smile says it all.