I feel your love in

grains of warm sand

close to my skin,

see your love

in waves kissed

with foam flecks,

hear your love

in the breath

of wind caressing

my soul,

taste your love -

salty brine

on your skin,

smell your love

in your raw

musky scent,

know your love

without you uttering

a single word,

understand your love

because I save it -

little bouquets

to give back

to you

for whenever

you need me

if I am

not there.

Undefinable

Such a small word,

four letters.

L-o-v-e.

When I see this,

I am reminded of the song:

Love is for the way you look at me,

o, is for the only one I see,

v, is very very ... extraordinary,

e, is even more than one like me can adore.

When seen through the eyes of another,

one whose eyes are filled with emotion,

that puts no restraints,

no chains, no demands, that is love.

When one cries with another,

dances with another,

confides in each other,

accepts each other as is, that is love.

Trust, truth and honesty, built over time,

becomes that wall of hope

to an everlasting way of life,

taking us down that road of love.

Enjoy the journey.

__________

This link goes back to a post I did in June of this year.

For those of you who haven't read: “What is Love”

https://theprose.com/post/224064/what-is-love

Two fire-birds:

One selfish

One selfless

Tangled; hand to

Hand, and claw

To claw

Swimming across

The sky~

In a parallel font

Pouring into

One river ،

،

،

That spelled-->

Love

.

#poetry

I once thought I knew what love was. How the rich stain of passion soaked through to my very core. How hard it was just to bear affection, and how worthwhile the pain of regret could be. I remember how easily it was to forgive the heaviest of blows. Always in the name of love. There was no end because there was no beginning. It took years of tolling on my spirit for me to begin to see it all clearly. I was blinded by a veil of illusion, and of obsession. Till death do us part; no it was never love at all.

Time has a way of teaching us the lessons we never thought we would learn. The lessons of which we never understood to begin with. I can tell you that I’ve loved, beyond my wildest desires. I can tell you I’ve loved to a point of blood, and bruised regret. So much so, that I fear permanancy where I question myself. Such steep emotions come with high priced concern.

Now for the first time I am falling. Into the only arms that have never threatened me. For the first time I am learning. What it means to be in love. No fear. No fault. Just an incredible warmth that grows. And it just keeps on growing.

Never asking for anything more than my smile.

If we were

Still together

On this very 

Night...

Giving thanks

As we might!

You’d lean 

Into me

Whispering

Whatever would you like...?

Wrapping round me tight

Til I can think

Only just...

More of us.

#HappyThanksgiving

They say love is a friend, a warm feeling that warms you

but, isnt it the enemy?

Does it not give you hope, but than snatches it away, breaking you,

yes it comes with a warm feeling but when you begin to warm dosnt it stripe you of the warmth, leaving you bare with the dull darkness.

It will come with memories, but, dont those memories hunt you, mocking your naviety, leaving you on your knees, broken.

They say it make you stronger,

but, dosnt it also break you,

your self esteem,

your confidence,

making you question every choice,

question yourself,

your life, and the people around you.

It might be the friend thats there when your up,

but,

Its also the friend that stabs you in the back when your low on your knees.

11.17.18

hand reachin’ forward

steady motion~ calming

a gentle push & pull

onward, forward grasp—

holding on to something

finding it growing anew

trying to always find a balance

with changes taking place,

as hands of time wave by-

readying the next moment of

a new era to come forth

but that won’t change how

the heart pulses, feels every

moment of this period of here/now

till the next meeting time

holding on to this, to even much later.

he is walking poetry

a voice like dewy dawn air

gleaming gold with new sunlight

a face like a symphony

a million notes lifting as one

a smile like a sparkler

exploding into tiny stars

eyes like a cup of coffee

dark and warm and soft and slow

he is walking poetry

an endless stream of the perfect words

i inhale his colours, his moonlight, his flower-wrapped spirit

and exhale him here, ink and paper, immortalized.

Love

Such a pure emotion, no matter how complicated

It can save, blind, even destroy

But it never fades easily

Whether we want it to or not

To express love is to bare your own weaknesses to another

To open yourself to being hurt

Praying it never happens

To sob when it inevitably does

Because love is one of the strongest sensations of all

One that sticks around forever,

Turning your life into an ugly mess

But love can be a saving grace too

It can inspire people to better themselves

To look out for one another

To respect boundaries and barriers

It can teach the ways of kindness

It can create a state of bliss,

Motivation just to get through another day

In the end, love is what we flawed humans make of it