quasi_sean

the only sound i can hear is love that is traveling thru whispers from a thousand miles away--

there's nothing else to warm myself next to as this cave is the coldest you can imagine and the silence is only punctuated by those whispers, moans, kisses that fade apart rather than shatter when the lips detatch and i look into her eyes--

i'll look for days past the nervous, the tears that once were and may be again and the explosion of smiles until i see her beautifully shy soul--

and no true sleep would be complete without her arms and my arms tangled around the very reason for laughter at six in the morning--

she makes the heart imagine a future where the sun has a chance to shine and dreams that were once fucked fantasies w/bruises are healed and washed and can take the hands from around the neck and acknowledge they are real and have intentions--

some weather may freeze these times and that is okay if i can collect it and store it away until summer--

these early morning odes to all the different shades of her beauty.

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7 more days. i only grow more excited .

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just a quick bit of advice.

if this man ever asks you to go hunting with him...tell him, "No, thank you, Dick."



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that is all for now. hopefully i will sleep sometime this week.