every. single. word.

When worlds converge, oh the force, when worlds converge it's magnificent, of course, the splendor and beauty and the magic and the moment, oh it's so sincere. Stripped down is when we lay our feelings bare, dive right in this ocean and swim in pure emotion, everything she owns she says is too big or too small, but I disagree and insist quite consistently that every inch is beautiful and I happen to love it all. We can dance and dilly dally around opinions when appropriate, but there are some things that are just facts and there's nothing you can do about them, like the one I've stated so many times before; you are beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, sublimely ravishing, and all other manner of words that don't do you justice when it really comes down to it. See, she's a bit of Goldilocks to me, and every single thing is exactly the way it should be, every single thing is sexy and supple and soft and well, everything fits together so very perfectly. And I said I'd say it every day until the day I die in order to make her understand and make her see just how beautiful she truly is, and not just to me. And I meant every. single. word.

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Shoreline Sanctuary

...and lo and behold I felt a hand in mine, and when I followed the form to the source with my eyes I thought the heavens had descended and as giddiness exploded in my cranial cavern I blinked and blinked and it was true. A star standing next to me, and she was holding my hand.

The gulls scattered shadows from above and I squinted seeking out the horizon for a moment but instead, determined to make sure this was real, I focused on the blonde locks beside me and before me, and I inhaled the summer scent and looking over our shoulders I could see the lingering scentsation left behind, a trail of joy and beauty leading to the now.

She squeezed my hand with hers and told me to commit to the moment, and without delay I did as such and laughed as I then turned to say "My dear, let us walk." Her eyes were singing to me soft as we went along, and I couldn't help but wonder how lucky I should be to find this source of light and love and glee, this young woman beamed with such intensity and here I was just basking full of awe.

The waves were gently pushing against the shore, and as they retreated their places filled with many more. Darling dancing digits sent grins right down my spine and with our fingers intertwined I found the heart she held was mine and I was laughing as she made a joke and there was sand between our toes and the salt was splashing onto our skin so I pulled her closer to me and we walked and walked and walked along the shore.

We talked and smiled and laughed about our lives and about our pasts, and our families and our fortune in having crossed paths, and like a satellite signal from above I suddenly saw so many moments of bliss and joy to come, sleeping sounds in the night as our bodies were aligned, and the snooze abused until half past nine and then her on my shoulder making a puppy dog noise and me laughing at how much I enjoyed it all; everything was pure and true and I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do and so I let her know I had always dreamed of her and of this very day.

As the setting sun drew near it became quite clear that we would continue walking through to dawn. She winked at me and my dimples couldn't disguise the way I felt inside and she smiled and laughed and it was then that I thought, I could marry this girl one day, and after looking up to Her for input I beamed at the response and looked back to this earthly star, this young woman so divine, I thought it and found it true and that I'd do anything to see it through.

Sea salt sailed through the ocean air and as a sun was rising I pictured the future and the house and dogs and kids and families combined and as the glow grew greater I knew that I would love her; it was only a matter of time.

Time, so subjective and sometimes scattered in brutal bursts, but if you hold true it will all converge again at center before too long. There are some things that just have a way of working themselves out, you see, and in the meantime all there is is for you to be who you be. And as for me, I had and have faith for the first time in a long time, faith in her and us and all manner of things and faith that no matter what, everything will be alright. You see, I have faith and it's because of her, and that is the only faith any of us should ever want or need.

And what is faith? Faith is a feeling, it's hard to describe but I've always tried, faith is the walk along the coast where the waves are lapping most and you know that as each one recedes another will come to boast itself before the dawn. Faith is holding hands and sleeping side by side, faith is compromise and lovely sighs and faith is those pale blue eyes.

Another squeeze brought me back, and she laughed and said again my commitment slacked and as I looked at that face I was so entranced and s.mitten I didn't even mention I'd been thinking about her and us and the possibility and the promise, but even without me saying it I hoped she'd understood. We sealed the moment with our lips and I hoped that eternity was like our kiss and I was just so happy as we strolled on down the shore.

And we walked.

And you kept on smiling, and I smiled too.


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The Golden Age

black and white crisp
my eyes shine
as they dance and kiss
and I incessantly smile
at the sound of that hiss
past is present
at least for me
in my element
and filled with glee
they just don't make them like they used to.


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Leap

I was driving by with a dampened eye and seeing the windows up above I started to remember, I remember that building and the way it smelled, the way it looked and the way it felt. I remember exchanging laughs in a corner then expanding to a room, I remember all the wonder and the moments of old gloom. It was a first start, a first step taken eagerly, it was the beginning of the rest and I loved it even when I fought against falling asleep and listened to Universal classics to keep my nerves at bay. I remember feeling free, I remember feeling the fall and then looking out the window at the melted snow in the dark. I remember the morning drive and the afternoon return and I remember when I moved. And as I said the times I couldn't stay awake and the times I made mistakes and my little corner cove of cozy comfort, I remember the moments feeling at my lowest and dying on the inside, I remember what it felt like when I started to soar again and saw a new star in the sky. I remember glances and gazes and her walking by and the birth of a thought and connection. I remember stepping off the sidewalk into the street and the leaves scattering about my feet because the autumn wind was blowing through at ease, I remember where I was and where I am and the steps taken inbetween, I remember all those people and the weekends where I laid on blankets in the grass looking up at the moon and the night inhalation brought about the threshold of consciousness and death and the blue moon glazing over me in the dark and that year was long but beautiful and I just remember so much so many thoughts and feelings and sensations and I know how much it and they all meant and mean to me.


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Horizon Eye

A year ago and some change was such a different time for me, yes for you and me and all manner of inconsistency. I was playing fuel firing up psychological impotence, not just the other but mine as well, but I broke that swell and it took me time and help but I got to a higher plain and plane, I'm looking out now and man that nostalgia is nipping at my nerves.

See, it'll happen every August when the midweeks are upon us and the kids line up and the buses flock to signs, I see those eager sighs and smiles as younger friends sweep back to school, combing the campus and renting cheap houses and even eighteen credit hours equal lazy days, so much more time for friends and family and beer pong and basements, the time to really learn, learning about people and life and oneself, four tiny years are the launchpad for the rest, feel them out properly yes do your very best. It's not so much the classes but the weekends with your friends, bumming on their couch with no shower for two days straight and dancing and drinking til the sunday dawn breaks through, figuring out what life's all about and what it means to you. I miss those days and those people, those good times and those laughs and drinks and parties and smiles and dinners, the thing is these can all continue it just takes all being givers.

Then the next fall came for me, and I knew not what to do. I searched for meaning and direction and soon we found ourselves across state lines in a haunted cave, Josh and Chris and I road tripped ourselves and then took to the maze. I found that center that'd been shaken loose all those months before, I returned back home from whence I came and peeked on through the door. Time and tears and TBS too, November ate December up and then everything was through. Snowfall turns to snow banks turns to cold wind blowing by, bit by bit. Bit. By. Bit.

So spring came and as the buds burst forth on floral so did I and emerged unfurled and ready and looking into the light. The stars are all still so bright and then one night I saw another star shining down at me that I'd dreamt about before, with TBS coming round again I stared at it in wonder and wandered toward its shining core. You see, on that evening, We were hurling bombs and fireworks and pranks in the night...

So a new walk begins, and She is silent smiling and she smiles too and so do I and, I hope, so do all of you.

Fall days and summer nights have surfaced as of late, and I can't help but glow within at the thought of coming days. The seasons change, like us I guess, but no need to worry and no need to stress because it's always just a matter of time before that crisp air comes back and the sound of scattering dried leaves fill the nights covered in blue moon glaze, a fire crackles warming our backs and sides, and I know that there will always be the fall to look forward to, and the thought is so overwhelming and warm that I can't find more words to put into rhyme. Bathe me blue and bathe her too and you and everyone we knew and know, September's next with October coming up behind, the air comes down and the nights come up and fuck I love the fall.


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s. mitten

She's got the kind of eyes that are deeper than just colors and corneas and dilation, I look and keep looking and see a person and possibility and promise and it's then that those moments arrive full of wonder and surprise and I am continually given such, feelings I can't describe too well instead bask within so much. I told her she glows and though she didn't believe, it's so clearly evident to any who would see her walking along with that skip in her step and the sway in her waist, a smile meets me and I burst with warmth inside. I'm watching the clock and counting the hours and when we're free she meets me in that embrace where we find tranquility, it's curved elbow-jointed and ends in digits and pressure, squeezing is so pleasing with arms wrapped round each other. She hugs me and I hug her and we exchange words and lips and I'll stare at her in awe as she'll smile and laugh and grin and so do I and before we know it we're a mile high and I'm afraid of heights but when she's with me I'm leaping from the clouds, I can't get enough of her eyes and smile and cheekbones flushed, the sound of her sighs and the smell of her hair, for hours and hours with her in my arms I'll breathe in that lingering scentsation, the television flickers and the moon rises and bathes us in the blue, and I cannot speak for her but as for me it's in those moments that I find a peace I've never known.


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quietude

there's a particular refraction
evoking calming satisfaction
and the light just kept on bouncing off her skin...
my pupils being the silent saucers they are were just taking it in
every little angle
every little angel
see those photons seem so heavenly to me
like little bitty halos radiating energy
it's all so bright and every time I think I've nothing to write I just sit down and these fingers flutter across the keys
going for runs and going on walks
late night dinner and ice cream and talks
she smiled and laughed and that made me warm
beautiful,
she's and it's and all such manner of present tense
I just laid there looking at her while stars were dancing blue right through the blinds


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