Dream Love
Dream Love
This Or Nothing
I want a love that worships me
A love that jumps me out of bed
A love that frees me and uplifts me
I want a love that accepts me
The good the bad and the ugly
A love that opens up to me
A love that fights for me
A love that tells me to dig deeper
Even when it’s hard
A love that leans into me when it’s vulnerable
I want a love that dreams for us
That believes in us
I want a love that flaunts me to the world
That says “look at this magical being I have at my side”
I want a love that I can crawl into at night
Snuggling into the warmth and the safety and the intimacy
I want a love where the mundane is extraordinary
The routine of regular is beautiful and simple
Without revision
I want a love with roots
A love where I can feel the wind on the leaves
And look to the sky
Knowing that I will be caught if I fall
And be rewarded for my daring
I want a love of fire
Of heated looks across a room
Teeth torn across lips
Clothing ripped across bodies
F*cking scattered across love making
I want a love of wisdom and knowledge
Of learning and growing and defining
Of seeking and wonderment
Of resilience and making the best out of what is Instead of what could be
I want a love that giggles
Where we laugh with each other about each other
And the insanity of everything
I want a love that inspires
The best versions of ourselves
The strongest, kindest, healthiest,
Most patient, generous
People we could imagine ourselves to be
I want a love
Where when I seek my conscience
She smiles
Everywhere, Love
You were made to love
Over and over again
In so many forms
Sunshine follows you
Everywhere you smile
And lucky for you,
You smile a lot
The universe grins
At your ignorance
And laughs when
You lean into it
Your wonder is exploration
Your seeking is truth
Love was made to find you
In all of the forms
Over and over again
No matter where you are.
The Perfect Sunday
It was a Sunday.
The type of Sunday
That told stories
Of soft sheets and
Island cotton where
Snow fell outside
In bundles of heaven.
It was the type of Sunday
Where soft kisses met
Skin so soft it was Angels.
White light coaxed soft laughter
And eyes feasted on nakedness.
It was the type of Sunday
That was never supposed
To end
And had so much love that
Turned to soft tears on cheeks.
It was the type of Sunday
For soft, runaway hands and spooning.
It was the type of Sunday where
Love was effortless.
A Serenade For The Sea
I found my soulmate
Without sharing my bed
Because she is always with me
Another heartbeat beside mine
If I can be in love with
Someone so beyond and above
My wisdom and dreams
Then I’ve learned
That it’s possible
To love fully, completely
Without knowing the full depths of
Your partner’s sorrow
Or fears and dreams
Maybe they don’t know their depths either.
Maybe you dive together.
Virility of Verena
I know a woman,
She is actually a goddess
With stardust in her glowing strands
And twinkling beneath her eyelids
The world glows from her smile
A fairy in an enchanted forest
With glitter sparkling on her cheeks
I hear hummingbirds and butterflies wandering around her mind
She is so certain in her energy, in her being
We can only imagine the garden her soul tends
We can try to follow the footprints of her dreamy muses
A woman who sleeps exploring the universe
A goddess who quietly commands her light
Verena, thank you for shining so bright.
Photo by Rafael Ruiz