For my lover, in intimate embrace.

Inspiration in the most fleeting of moments 

Pheromones intoxicate

Connecting on a spiritual plane

Transmuting energy

Transcending limitations and old realms

Uniting lover's souls

Carnal embrace seeping with ecstasy

Two hearts becpoming one

You fill me with raw natural energy 

Soothing the roughest patches of my Soul

You heal me, raise me up.  Never betray. 

My soulmate, best friend, lover, fiancé.

     To the ends of the earth I won't forget

     I owe you with my life, a blessed debt

urgent adolescence

we drank boxed wine and stayed up all night,
choking back the after taste.
your honey flavoured words
woven into the air
blanketing our ravaged bodies
naked; clinging to each other
exchanging a sacred, muffled passion.
sweet amour! transcendent love!
blessed be, those nights of old.


Guess I still don’t see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescence

Never Again.

You can't. Can. Not. ask me not to be strong.
I know you want me to let my guard down,
you want me to be myself around you.
And that is perfectly ok.
But being "strong" is a part of me.
Asking me to let that go is as good as asking me to stop breathing.
You saw that Sunday night. 
I swear that will NEVER happen again.
I have never broken down like that.
And I never want to feel that helpless again.
Please understand that I am ok,
As long as I can deal with it my own way,
in my own  head.
 The moment I let that control slip,
crying out, shedding a tear, catching my breath,
That's when the demons become real.
And I will not allow that.
Ever.
Please understand,
You can't ask me to let it go.
I can't afford to have another break down,
Because I'm afraid I might not come back.

i know it isn't much,

but i love you.
and i am sincerely excited for our lives together.
whether it be one quick week, or one long lifetime.
we have so much potential bubbling under our skin.

It seems that we live in a society that teaches don't get raped, rather than don't rape.

We are syrupy, sticky, grotesquely in love.

We are a thick, goopy bottle of liquid cute

that spilled everywhere and can't be cleaned up.

it is fucking disgusting

i hate it

but i love you.

we sure are cute for two ugly people.

but seriously, this overwhelming cuteness is gross.

Transcendental:

tran-scen-den-tal
adjective /ˌtransenˈdentl/ 
Of or relating to a spiritual or nonphysical realm
- the transcendental importance of each person's soul