Category Archives: intimacy

Darkness (an ode to you being away)

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My closing eyes…

Remove me from the light outside… and as the darkness cradles me, give way for my whispers to romance my memories with images of you during your absence…

The vividness almost real enough to touch, though my hands do not reach out to grasp and instead find their way to my chest… Establishing a connection to my heart because that is where you are…

Such an intimate moment has no words, yet I wish you were near to see me try to form speech… But if you were my telling of how I miss you might not be as sweet… And the delicacy of you repeating those words may not sugar your lips that I will savor once in your presence…

So for now dreams will have to do… In the darkness… And I will wait for the day where my eyes fall upon you…

Supple (Midnights In Song)

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Like the final notes at the end of a piano solo…

The sun sets and ends the day, leaving behind a burning ember against my iris…

Breathtaking…

In an attempt to capture the sight using sound in order to press song into the night and evoke the light of day, I set a record to play because I can’t play like Cole Porter…

And with my hands not busy I am free to hold your attention…

A suspension in time in a dimension designed in the willing to be formed by the air that is absent between us and shared breaths that syncopate…

Dying in the night…

Bridging moments in the darkness until morning…

Breathe deep and exhale…

Feel within you… that your heart is always yours and what you see may steal it…

But what you feel is undeniable…

Sunday (Post Saturday Night)

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A simple sunrise is far from just that…

It is a humbling beauty that begs to be seen…

Yet my preference is in keeping the curtains drawn, leaving the new day unseen but not unknown…

Having spent an evening with your world at my fingertips, the desire to pull night past daybreak and letting it linger into the afternoon…

What happened? I ask myself with a tremble trying to keep nimble with every thought so as not to sever the connection that can lead me to return to the center of your universe…

It’s 8a.m. and Monday is twenty-four hours away…