Whispering beneath hope
Remembering the deep scope
of infinite possibilities
impossible responsibilities
Cherished magic alight
Warmest days and hotter nights.
Whispering beneath hope
Remembering the deep scope
of infinite possibilities
impossible responsibilities
Cherished magic alight
Warmest days and hotter nights.
The dip and glide of your hips, smoothing a patterned homage
The kisses that engulfed me were ever present; generously offered.
Touches became craved, breath became new life, as a baptism
I believed in the magic we created, equal to equal, of one mind
Darkness is a shadow friend
Grief is not darkness
tribes of outlying wild
Authenticity over conformity
Common Spirit of Love
Honor the Divine within you
Be a Holy mess
Misfits are never forgotten
Courage to be
winds of homecoming
Silence is a state of being
Be Now Love
Be intricately deep
Conjure me up from thickest air
a stunning constellation
Thick with juicy conversations
filled with mutual admiration
overflowing with elation
Releasing all earthly despair
Like the Lord’s prayer,
grateful center founded
Unconditional love surrounded
Victories unbounded
Glorious peace astounded
An opportunity for a social affair
The sword and shield were presented
with blissful harmonies resplendent
Intimately hidden bubble of opportunity
God and Goddess, Blessed Be
Magic ricochets a woven web
half truths, well meaning said
Belief in love generates sharp fears
of rejection; of a thousand tears
She takes her pills like a holy sacrament;
A daily communion with health(ier)
Praying for atonement’s relief
Others make it seem like it’s a choice
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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