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CreateI know you are there,shapeless and beautiful.Silently becoming,becoming. Taking pieces of each of us,making them your own, untilyou are complete.I will sing to you in your darkness,and you will know my voiceeven before you have one of your own.I will read to you,telling you of the beautiful thingsyou will see when you are finished.I have loved yousince before the night you were made,and your eyes have haunted my dreamsfor longer than your memory will ever reach.You don't know yet what you are to us,but you will.Beyond the sweetness and bubbling giggles,you are a testament to innocenceand the strength of two souls united.
Question - euphoriaHours lit by candlelight,timeless in their passing;standing still, yet slipping byat the speed of wishes.Every moment of my lifehas brought me here,borne on triumphs and bathed in tears;to this place within your eyes,where I am more than I ever dared to be.I am beautiful here, even at my worst;and not even the scars of past choiceskeep your fingers from my face.Your gaze is steady and unwavering,just as your words are,falling over me like the violin melodythat sings from across the roomas if it was made just for us, for this.Each of my senses is alive,and I drink in the sight of youas if nothing could ever be more beautiful.Indeed, I do not believe anything is.I listen, enraptured by the music of your voice,this sound that I love above all else;telling me the things that lie deep in your soul.I see that I reside there always,and the thought makes me dizzy.Almost in a whisper,you wrap everything you are and will ever beinto a question meant only for me,for a
Months: MarchMarch is the whisper of a promise,shimmering between the snow and the sun;hinting at a day when my boneswill no longer feel the chill of goodbye.It is the song of a rainstorm,beating a gentle rhythm against patio rocks;marking the seconds that must tick byuntil time no longer matters.It is as we are,everchanging, swirling;becoming something more amazingthan a snowfall in July.March is this moment,encapsulated in the farewell tears that shine in your eyes;our lives waiting to spill overfrom winter into spring.
Months: FebruaryIf wishes were snowflakes,then I'd be responsible for the wonderlandoutside, piling up almost as fastas the words being whispered from lipsthat miss the taste of you.This, the shortest of months,stretches out before me longerthan all the others combined;for you will return at its endto a heart that longs for your warmth.Twenty-nine days, a month unfinishedyet neverending.Just as we are.
Intimate - euphoriabetween the shadows and the soul...----I remember opening my eyesto mornings of Dakota summer,feeling the jade of your gaze warming meeven as my skin shivered against tempting fingers.Your kisses left fire along my spineand we reveled in every shared moment,wishing them to lastyet needing so many more of them.The magic weaved between our bodiescould only be matched by the strength of gazesshared, in times of release;sliding through my soul like a finger through water,stirring, stirring, swirlingdark desires shot throughwith the purifying light of our blessed communion.My soul was laid open for the first time,its jagged edges smoothed by your gentle moves,my peaks of pain slowly, surely erodinginto steady evenness.