Tagged: romance
and then again, there are
and then again, there are
kisses that alight on
the last defense between
you and the unknown,
perched quietly on the
fence, waiting for a
stirring that signals
an invitation. you can
look out the window
every morning all
season long, and it
will still be at the
same spot, preening
.
20130219:0849
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there are kisses you
there are kisses you
can spread on
toast, dip into warm
milk, sprinkle over
apples, bake for
an eternity, and everything
will still come out just right
.
20130218:1048
y
mapping the migration
mapping the migration
of your lips requires a
team of molecular
cartographers, glowing
in the heat of the
survey as you extend
each coordinate. in the
age of exploration,
no landscape is
too laborious
.
20130217:0855
y
six-point-two percent
six-point-two percent
of hearts are by practice
phosphorescent, linked
to forbidden transitions
that may respond much
more slowly than
favored or require
hours alone
in the sun.
as long as you will
have me, do not ask
me to be immediate
because sometimes i
just might glow in the dark
.
20130213:1442
y
there are declarations
there are declarations
of love that never
find the words –
nothing is so
well-versed
all the time – even
geese sometimes lose
symmetry in the
middle of the
night, but they
don’t stop trying
.
20130213:0816
y
some histories
some histories
are just inked
stronger, the
way traces of
an old romance
can remain
visible beneath
St. Augustine’s
meditation on the
psalms. define
renunciation
when your lips
are this close,
deciphering
a way back
.
20130210:1051
y
for the remainder
for the remainder
of this season, let’s be
hoarders – no one has
yet found a way
to rub off love saved
for a rainy day
.
20130209:0936
y
two objects facing
two objects facing
each other cannot
point in the same
direction, yet
the pursuit of
falling madly
remains popular,
alive. chalk it up to
certainty to get it
wrong. perhaps
we are not meant
to be so sure of
something that
we can dedicate
our lives to it
.
20130208:0828
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when the local bank
when the local bank
introduced us to
the pneumatic
tube, we took turns
investing in
our future, eyes
glued to our
hard-earned
present –
like burgeoning
romance, banking
was only
magical
that summer
at the drive-thru
.
20110217:2219
y
talking to you about
talking to you about
ice cream on such
a cold day is like
perfecting the slow
churning that
makes the heart
aerate and
flutter when
talking to you
on any given day
.
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y
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