What a beautiful world… that I can be in the mood for an open faced smoked salmon sandwich, and that I can make this little dream a reality. Hope everyone has something good to appreciate right now.
When manna refuses to fall from heaven
we may find ourselves left with no other option
but to wring it from the earth below our feet.
I’ve come to realize
that maybe I won’t ever understand
all the reasons why you did
what you did.
But I’ve also grown to realize
that maybe that’s ok.
For the many moments
whose magic meant more
than you will ever know.
we lay together, composed between foreplay and sobriety.
bodies resting peacefully against the other’s grooves.
my arms draped heavily over hers in a steady embrace,
as our legs intertwined in effortless coordination.
she pulls my fingers close,
and her lips gently caress the crook of my thumb.
we dance a still and silent, horizontal bolero.
curse me, and i’ll love you.
kiss me, and i’ll leave you.
It’s simple enough to say
that we see what we will,
but were that we oft forget
that we, too, will what we see.