Your hands are maps they show me where beauty lies.
From the deepest night to where? Who can relinquish there Shadows when the light becomes unbearable?
I touch you with my heart and yet yearn to feel you with my skin. If only time would end, my love knows knows no constraint.
Wanting and experience are two different things. Perhaps wantinting is the path that leads us to desires fulfillment. And longing is something that has glimpsed an impasse. Something that can't be travelled alone.
There are so many flowers and subtle shades of expererince. A garden with as many different flowers as there are words and inflections. The flower garden of dictionary.
Some poetry cannot be written only lived.
We should as lovers rage for sensation in the parts we are numb. Strive to languish in found luxuries.
A smile that has fallen from the burdens of hell is a truly precious smile. I give that to you
The best love songs are not listened to but sung from the heart.
Tell me you sing in your dreams. If you enjoy melody then your creations are also melodic. What is the melody to Einstein's equations.
Forgive me if I'm clumsy with words my desire knows the wave that breaks and my Anticipation precedes it.
Sometimes love's happiness transgeesses the world of law. We do but carry on like the monarchies of old.