Lately, I've been writing a lot. Long paragraphs, thoughtful words. And then I find myself deleting it all and closing out the window. Something about what I've had to say lately just isn't really me. I would feel dishonest posting it.
This is the first thing I've written in a while that feels right and true and honest.
Your eyes and their sincerity.
The way you take the time to speak with me
And close your lids to picture what I see.
Our laughs, out loud; hysterically.
Your spoken words said honestly.
The way we whisper "just let it be."
And answer back ecstatically.
When this earth is orbiting crazily,
I look to you, you look to me.
No one has ever made me feel as free
As your heart beating so rapidly.
When we're in the sea
Home free
Our breath in and out so clearly,
Our ocean waves so viciously
Attack our bodies, somehow lovingly
Embracing us, so motherly.
Swallowing us wholly.
Until this space around us so openly
Provides us with utmost clarity.
Which can remove all doubt, dangerously.
Yet replace our Autumn motives, thankfully.
And we're just moving right now, daily
You there, and here me
Our minds creating connectivity.
Thoughts sparking simultaneously.
Strange happenings, unintentionally.
You told me so non-challantly
That in 30 seconds we'll be ninety.
This time is passing too hastily,
But by slowing it we would mistakingly
Be altering our lives, our mortality.
We've got to keep up, running hurriedly
You in my face, our backs to the sea.
I've never trusted someone so whole heartedly.
And said words out loud so bluntly
But meant them oh so sharply.
I want to cry so much. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteGosh, thanks Claire. Even though I haven't expressed it lately. I miss you more than you know.
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