Poetry (words)

Tethered 

I think about kissing you and how the earth would fall away with your touch. How my body rose to meet your lips, your breath bringing life to my skin. Those times where I was lost, tethered to the ceiling, bound by passion.  

Where love making started with a word, a whisper. Never predictable never by demand.  

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Poetry (words)

“Share your story here” 

I don’t have a story. Just a bunch of words that fall into place every so often. There’s no schedule, they fall and I write. Without inspiration I flounder. I don’t seek the next chapter for the sake of a page of text, it wouldn’t work. I don’t write for approval nor appraisal. Sometimes it’s the last thing I feel like doing, but I always end up longing for the words to fall again. There are things I don’t write about here. I’m not sure why….

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Poetry (words)

Love

Love makes such a difference to life. It’s an energy all of its own. It can fill every void with colour and light. It can make your soul a home. 

You notice the slight and the hidden as it passes through your core. When it builds you feel invincible, but when it fades you long for more. 

At its strongest it can be beyond belief, at its weakest the bringer of pain. Yet no matter the suffering we endure, we want to feel it again and again.

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