I’ll Bite You

And I will bite you
i will bite you into mine-ness
no – no matter how many people use the pronoun.
No matter how they use it
No matter when they use it

I will be by you so tight
so truly
so deeply
so that our brains will be one
and our breaths as well.

I’ll turn that into the norm
changing both our lives for better
We’ll be ONE so much
that’ll be a blasphemy
for anyone else to call you “mine“.

They’ll see it, they’ll feel it.
I said i am yours, and yours only.
I cannot be anyone else,
you said the same to me
and trust is our foundation.

I bite You into mine-ness
hard and constantly.
and that is no blasphemy.

Love’s Path

π™°πš—πš 𝚈𝚘𝚞, πšŠπš—πš 𝙸,
𝚠𝚎 πš“πš˜πšžπš›πš—πšŽπš’ πšπš˜πš›πšπš‘,
𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 πš‹πšŠπšŒπš”,
𝚝𝚘 πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚎 πšŠπš›πšŽ.

πšƒπš˜ πš›πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπš™πšŠπš›πš”
πš πš‘πšŽπš— πš‚πšŽπšŠ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš‚πš”πš’,
πšƒπš˜ πš›πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ
πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš‚πš”πš’ πš’πšœ πš‚πšŽπšŠ.

π™Ύπš—πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš πš‘πš˜πš•πšŽ,
𝚊𝚝 πšƒπš’πš–πšŽπšœ’𝚜 πš‹πš’πš›πšπš‘
πšƒπš πš˜ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš™πš•πš’πš,
πšπš‘πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πš–πš˜πš›πšπšŠπš• πš•πš’πšπšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ πš’πšœ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš›

π™΅πš›πš˜πš– πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš–πšŽ,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš πšŽβ€™πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ

πš†πš’πšπš‘πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πš›πšπšŽπš›πš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš•πšŠπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš
πš˜πšŸπšŽπš›πš•πš˜πš˜πš”πš’πš—πš πšœπš”πš’πšŽπšœ, πš˜πšŒπšŽπšŠπš—πšœ πšŠπš—πš πš—πšŽπš  πš πš˜πš›πš•πšπšœ

πšπš•πšŠπš–πšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšŸπš˜πš•πšŒπšŠπš—πš˜πšŽπšœ, πšπšŠπš’πšœπš’πšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπš•πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ
πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πš πšπš›πšŽπšŽ, πšžπš—πšœπš™πšŽπšŠπš”πšŠπš‹πš•πšŽ πš•πšžπšœπš, πšœπšŠπšŒπš›πšŽπš πš™πš•πšŽπšŠπšœπšžπš›πšŽ

π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πš•πš’πšŸπšŽπš, πš™πš’πšŒπš”πšŽπš, πšŽπš—πš“πš˜πš’πšŽπš
𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 πš’πš— πšŠπš•πš• πš’πš πš’πšœ.

Wednesday

Quiet in doing what needs done in life,

quiet in smiles and storms,

quiet in taking responsibilities,

quiet in no hurting and facing truths

quiet in the tears life brings

Silent but feeling full

absorbing life

feeling every heartbeat,

every single one

Living is being coherent with myself

that way I can watch at myself in the mirror

and be proud, be in peace,

believe in good times to come

because I feel them, because I dream them

because I trust in them.

There will be running today

all of me in every stride I’ll take

Coherence

There is no worse deceiver
than the one who lies to herself

Not to be caught
She will be forced to lie for the entire life

April Rain

Variegated like April’s blue sky painted with white clouds
You have the beauty and the changeability of the wind,
messing the hair and clothes and tickling into new scents.

With You nothing is predictable.
It all needs loved as it is, loved as You are.
It all deserves loved blindly, totally, freshly.

The reward is Your deepest,
it wants not asked, expected, pretended,
when sincerely not pretended, then it comes.

Flooding, powerful, unstoppable, loving: You

The Magic

We started with a grain of sand.
We dreamt, we believed, we workedΒ 
we built something special

If You wrap a little grain of sandΒ 

with the dreams of your life,

If You feed itΒ  day by day

withΒ  humility, dedication, determination,
love, respect, and dignityΒ 

Then the magic happens

the lifelong journey
turns sand into a pearl

Turning
the sands of Our time
into a Jewel

Moments

They may be moments,
Lasting no more than a butterfly’s wings flutter,
Instants,
long enough though, to change us forever.
Flashes,
that will forever shine through the darkest nights.
Precious splinters of infinity
blessing our lives

Every Morning

Every morning I kneel in here
surrounded by the Sky and the Ocean

The morning appointment
the ecstasy that binds us

I love to feel You by me.
hand in hand, soul scrubbing soul


Even when life says absence
It is bliss to feel you

To breath Your essence
caress Your soul

The Morning After

I am lost and found
the morning after

It all whispers Your name

in me, with me

Inside of me Your gift,
mixed with mine

You are not here yet You are here
the morning after

Naked
Yours

Always naked
Always Yours

Every morning after
.

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