There is this constant ache Tugging at his chest, A weight he just can’t shake.
Life is already weaving its designs. Ahead of us flows an invisible web of colored strings Bonding to form the most vibrant fabric imaginable, Binding the very threads that make up our souls.
In the darkness, I think of you, of your arms I will soon feel again. The void around me turns layers and becomes tangible. It is as if the particles of air were rising up along my lines to try and mimic your presence, recreating an illusion of your caresses in your absence.
I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the guardrail. I am looking afar. A sail is fleeing to the horizon. A glass of Bordeaux in my left hand, A brush in the other, I let my passion express itself.
You are the object of my affections The person in this world I most desire The soul around whom I feel most comfortable.
Once upon a dream Tainted ties and lulling lies Torn up on the seam Broken lines, and bitter eyes
Intoxicated by the proximity Of their waltzing bodies Dancing without ever touching. Under the spell of her scent… He is transported…
Tears are running down my cheeks as I write this poem. (…) I realize that everything I am writing, I have said to you already But never enough, never that way.
Walking up the river stream, water gently splashes on my limbs. With a light pep in the steps I hum and turn around, encouraged – I hear you laugh and whistle along. I smile. To you I feel connected.
When I think of you My heart flutters Beats unexpected rhythms My phone beeps It is you Cheeks fire up Heart burns When I read Even the simplest words You affect me In ways I did not expect Surprise me At every turn
Starting Minds open Hearts tempered Enter you and I a flitting pair of atoms sailing earthbound streams. Just a touch Divine brush Just a touch Soulful rush Fervent embrace Heartfelt junction Merging lines Breaking bounds Melting limbs Burning cores FLICKERING CRUSHES THRUST AT HEART, FREE, TAKE OVER AND SHAKE BUBBLE WORLDS
i- Pumped up heart beating fast, feeding limbs with rich blood bustling with raw joy. Excitement binding pieces of machinery programmed to power senses – connected, heightened, electrified – touch,