when pen hits paper

image by Inka Solana (edited by the author) hands alive no words needed when my hands begin to speak and listen  when roaming all over you resonant  whispering in a language both soft and deep tender and feral weighted and feathery flowing and still honouring cherishing and discovering you when taking and giving pleasure

Photo by Thomas Claeys on Unsplash hands full my hands full undemanding in their sensual presence their resting stillness overflowing with gentle tenderness giving space in holding you close firmly sensing your heart following your lead and leading your follow you feeling me feeling you playfully improvising our dance

Photo by Anastasiya Badun on Unsplash curiosity your curiosity was a maybe at best and so was mine until my heart stretched further overwhelmed by your impact  and by longing and desire bouncing between joy and sadness puzzled my senses when our maybe’s didn’t transform  into a mutual yes your heart not wanting to risk…

Photo by Ashkan Forouzani on Unsplash no explanation my tears don’t ask questions and my mind unable  to compute their meaning do they taste of joy? is their sweetness  speaking of a sadness lifting? no calculus can square my feelings no answer sufficiently describe what happens when our hearts meet no explanation measures the level…

Photo by Kevin Pastor on Unsplash longing longing for the day when my writing is at an end and paper, not the only one listening when the sad songs I write change tune when we stop hiding discomfort from each other coming closer with each passionate exchange when we are nourished by the space we…

Photo by Linus Sandvide on Unsplash out-comes it is the out-comes I am after not betterment pushing me nor validation I seek for cleverness of thought judging others does not motivate me nor does the volume of my voice  make for a convincing argument it is the impact  of being moved and touched,  heard,  felt…

Photo by Pedro Mealha on Unsplash sadness  my old friend sadness is visiting again time to welcome taking notice time to quit ignoring her reading my tears  her invitation is to no longer be misled by the thrill of the chase when pursuing elusive connections I am sad having  to let go of people who…

Photo by Hailey Kean on Unsplash no suffering don’t even try taking my pain away don’t even think  about fixing me I am not broken feeling  intensely is not suffering pain is my friend the one I can trust and count on without it  I hurt myself in the fire of attraction, passion and longing…

Photo by Alex Eckermann on Unsplash feeling whole never did I ask (you) to take my pain away us being present  and feeling each other was all I wanted your mere company soothing resting next to you delightful getting too close my vulnerability seemed  to scare (you) all you could do was run  from my…