when pen hits paper

Photo by Chidy Young on Unsplash silent songs my heart is beating my soul is singing  my pulse resounding still it seems my words are faltering,  my words are failing me, too tired to take on meaning too exhausted to say anything not been said before my songs fell silent though I never stopped singing…

Photo by Reza Hasannia on Unsplash before me before me I stand   uncovered   exposed   naked,   raw in my pain   no longer fleeing into stories   of heroes who prevail,   I listen to my wounding   pain low in my back   bends but does not break me,   pressing…

Photo by Preslava Glushkova on Unsplash fragments fragments of you memories of playfulness of laughter tears of joy shrieks of bliss and felt shivers of ecstasy fragments of you are present in my heart bonded to my soul our pleasures easily remembered your lips tickling your teeth biting, nibbling and tasting of me how can…

Photo by gaspar zaldo on Unsplash when tears flow my tears freely flow when I have no need to hide them when you do not flinch nor offer to soothe my tears freely flow when stirred by gestures of kindness and love in moments of connection when your voice honours me my tears freely flow…

Photo by Ruel Calitis on Unsplash Hidden with my habitsbuilt on pain it eludes mehow I try to manageyour experience of me not in control of my narrativemy storiescontinue to deceive me I am afraid of being too muchor not enough here – I said itbut do I feel it,or hide behind my words? you…

Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash Yes and No standing in your yesmight meansaying no to me a yes to feeling safein yourself a yes to trusting mewith what you feel an invitation —to hold you in all that you are your nois a yes to the truthalive in you it is a blessing,an opening,and…

Photo by Matt McKenna on Unsplash you owe nothing You owe me nothing for what I freely give It remains a gift when you feel no urge no need to return it when you accept and are open to receive what I offer I am not bound by expectation and you don’t owe me I…

Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash Call It By Its Name You can fool yourselfif that’s what you need—but please,don’t lay it on me. Your need for space—if it came with honesty,if you could name and reflect on it—wasn’t about time to process.To me,it felt like a quiet slipping away. Call it detachment.Call it fear.Call…

Photo by Sincerely Media on Unsplash never just a handshake dissolving in your pleasurebeing present to your blisswas never just a handshake—never casual. feeling tender momentsin the smallest of gestures, drawn into the sparkling depths of your eyes,enticed by your breath on my skin,your whispers—trouble,the most tempting kind. moving in tune,our hands playfully seducing,tracing joyful…

Photo by Irina Iriser on Unsplash Love is a side effect I love the weird,the absurdity of living. Yawning like a hippo,shocking you with my unrestrained loud laugh. I sneeze like a hurricane,and dance with my eyes closed—as if possessed by the music,its rhythm driving me into a frenzy. Sometimes I forget to listen,I speak…

Photo by Carlo Columba on Unsplash when the wind talks when the wind talks whipping up a storm my breath is taken my thoughts are paused the rustling leaves  in an ocean of trees share forgotten memories when the wind talks  whipping up a storm gasping for air cries of desperation  die in my throat …