it’s the unseen that touches our hearts
.
a hand wraps around the wrist, tapping my veins
my shattered in-betweens
how does it feel like? ( eyes gaze back , dark matter covering the skies that still swallow creation )
do you wish me to speak in words?
no, only in love
I get lost in my thoughts, you know ( a gentle touch presses on skin that speaks of moonbeams counted only in limitless space.. just feel , don’t think )
nothing about you is lost , all is found in me against you
( hazy orbs painted in blue drift to endless rivers, a silent stream washing over my sins )
not lost in the vastness but in your soul, eyes painted deep
so don’t count my darkness , sip my light with the lowest of sighs
( hand traces with unhesitant fingers, warmth gliding to an elbow
sinking in the hollow of my bones )
I breathe you in like the heated sun ( words glide out as if water over smooth pebbles, each one that of different named color.. sweet in taste, fresh like blooming leaves )
tell me more , you have already begun
it feels under my soul, these lungs and spreads to this chest
( my empty hand moves up, tracing air as if searching for something,
invisible doors to something so close to my reach , and yet so far away )
go on...
it doesn’t just feel , I taste it like summer rain
so gentle but with fire under my feet, it travels to my bloodstream
it moves on my tongue
and how does the fire taste like? ( this voice is tender, calm.. but it rages in heat
that I can feel within me )
it tastes like you
( just a whisper on top of flames )
again... how does it feel
( soft pressure, an opened chest that grabs me
and my willing steps met in silence.. my vibrations against you )
it feels like home... but you already knew that
knowledge wasn’t the thing that I longed for, since I met you
just murmurs
as you grazed my soul with yours
.
stars under skin (where you can’t see)
.
oh, I just have to ask, how does love feel like...?
Like you're burning inside sometimes and everything is spilling (and you can't stop it but hurt and -)
(like you don't want it to stop but only burn more and brighter because your heart is so full of it and wants so much more)
It's an enigma, a tricky thing. Contradictions. Complicated and sometimes, not
(sometimes, it's the clearest thing in the world)
but the thing is once you know love, you can't live without it (it touches you and leaves a hole that will kill you if it's not filled).
There's so much of it, so many different shades and shapes (some you will hate, some you will feel like it does not suit you but oh, oh my dear when you find that shade&shape that fits and sings home -
oh dear, that is when you will know it and,
-can never leave.
Love is that feeling when just seeing someone makes your whole day better.
Love is constantly wanting to be near them.
Love is being too nervous to say anything about how you feel
Love is thinking of you all the time
Love is caring about your feelings more than mine
Love is terrifying
Love is warm
Love is confusing
Love is distracting
Love is an experience
Raw
When I was a little girl I thought love was candy hearts pushed across classroom desks, gentle kisses and letters carved into ancient trees- "S+D forever." I thought it was shy glances over held hands, sweet and silent gestures...
I was wrong.
Love is pain. To love -to really love- you must lay bare the parts of yourself that have been oh-so-carefully hidden, knowing the vulnerability will leave scars.
I cannot assure you that the pain will be worth it. Some love is not meant to be.
At the end of the day, though, I would take a shattered heart over the absence of one, for to love is to be unapologetically human. To take life by the throat and press honey-sweet kisses across its starry nights, to risk everything for the opportunity to be exceptional for a single moment... Because, darling, that's what love is. A chance to be exceptional.
What does love feel like?
It feels like
your arms and legs
wrapped around me
as we sleep
when 30 years ago
we slept
on opposite sides of the bed
unused to the presence
of another
It feels like
the warmth
that envelops me
every time you look at me
every time you say I love you
every time you leave the house
with your eyes still on me
at the door
waving
If feels like
side-splitting laughter
at our very silly jokes
the singing out of tune
You are so beautiful to me
the dancing in the kitchen
to music in our heads
voicing simultaneously
the most random thoughts
It feels like
us cleaning the house
you working in the garden
me cooking and baking
us eating and washing dishes
us reminiscing about
when our son was -
when we were -
young
It feels like
the delight that makes
my heart jump
my eyes fill
with tears of joy
and trepidation
because our little boy
now a man
shows that he knows
what love feels like.
What does love act like?
Love is a verb , so we have to show it,
by investing time and care, interest free.
Love is the dividends from our actions,
it pays in kind and multiplies naturally.
Love is the prize after our sacrifice,
it’s the reward you earn from working on it.
Love is giving without reciprocity,
the fabric of how lasting relationships are knit.
Love is the flower that blooms after planting,
it still requires cultivation and care.
It’s the foundation laid under solid buildings,
even through storms it will always be there.
Surrendered
What does love feel like?
Have you ever felt a summer breeze, on an empty porch, only birds chirping lightly,
and the sun brought along his sun shades, so it's hot but not?
Have you ever passed a person that smelled so sweet that you drifted back to a song that loved you on the inside and reflected on the outside?
Have you ever woke up in the morning and smelt eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and hashbrown gliding up your stairway straight into your being, and that scent alone picked you up and walked you down the stairs just so you wouldn't think you were still dreaming?
Love is all those things and anticipation of how soft something would feel against your warm face and knowing that this was intended for only you.
Love is a feeling that covers your body like a blanket covers a bed, and once you are under it, you don't want to leave because it relaxes your everything.
What does love feel like? You tell me.