“And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.”
Oh, but how I know you, how I can read the tapered lines of your discontent. Mammalian storm raging out against caged bones, angry at this whittled strength, muscles locked with tension from keeping the deathless heart in rapture. Great ghost wanderer, soul wisp like stray dandelion seeds, losing voice to the sea so high above, high enough to knock debris from the old world and see it crash, burn, decimate, swallowed by jagged mouths of ruins from before the sea claimed everything.
I see the panting hunger in your eyes, the whispered moisture licking itself aside in the turn of your mouth, up down sideways, wandering through the interstice of all the great universe to sink home in that beating pulse you know so well, proof of life in that neck straining with effort of loving you, hands shaking from the strength it takes to tamp down a force of nature. I still read the war underneath your skin as clearly as scansion, the poetry of your thoughts you keep close to vest.
If you are lost, facing the forked path with your burdened back and only a roadmap of the stars, go with your instinct, go with that you were born with that laces its hands with luck and purpose; find that which made you indomitable, and step forward into calm-stirred chaos. Mold the crisis of this wide existence into soul murmurs you know how to translate.
A voice is always speaking to you, and will guide you to your dreams. But it’s up to you to listen, and win your right to happiness.
Me: “Dude. My coffee tastes like those old chocolate peanut butter bars we lived on in high school.”
Him, taking a sip: “No, it doesn’t. It’s hazelnut.”
Me: “Seriously? Fuck. I thought maybe my cold was giving me, like, tasting super powers or something. I was gonna start eating everything to see if all the food tasted like those candy bars.”
Him: “You really thought that?”
Me, looking down: “Maybe for a second. Wouldn’t it have been nice? For a while, anyway?”
Him: “To have tasting superpowers? Or to always taste chocolate peanut butter bars?”
Me: “Mostly tasting super powers. But yeah. I think having everything taste like my favorite high school food could be a pretty cool side effect of this cold. Don’t you?”
Him: “What happened to you? Where did this rosy outlook come from? Where’s the real you?”
Me: “I don’t know. What? You don’t like it? Spring’s coming, winter’s finally getting gone, and my sunshinier disposition feels like it’s taking root again.”
Him: “It’s weird. You’re not the silver lining girl. Go back to being you. Be suspicious of your coffee. That’s your way.”
Me, scowling: “Dammit. Couldn’t you just have been excited about my lame-ass superpower?”
The Front Bottoms - Funny You Should Ask
I don’t know why this seems so extraordinarily apt right now, but fuck, sometimes saying it easy says it all in one go.
There’s like a million different ways to say “I love you.”
'Put your seat belt on.'
‘Watch your step.’
‘Get some rest.’
…you just gotta listen.
I have loved so many beautiful women. So many beautiful women with minds that are more powerful than their hands. I have loved gentle women, tender women, rough women, and women who would rather be remembered than touched. There are so many women that I have desired to be near. So many women that I have dreamt of my skin being against theirs. I admire women from every angle, for every thought, and in every kind of light. Women are the reason that my knees feel so weak.