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There's nothing more sweeter than knowing you're loved for who you are, irrespective of the harsh truths that divide and conquer you on a daily basis.
Distance. Time. The moon. The sun. The tides that shift. The fire that burns to ashes, amongst the embers that slowly burn for days, weeks and months as they evolve into years.
It's not because you're being touched, or because you're channeling your energy with the clarity of your expectations coming to fruition.
It's more than that.
It's commitment to abide. It's knowing that your heart beats collectively within the depths of another, and every breath you draw brings you closer to that moment of merging.
The sweetest moment that defines the bond that's shared, where you open yourself to the fluidity of the love that's shared, to express yourselves holistically via the art of making love as you nourish and nurture one another.
Until, you're both fucking in a primal but urgent movement, executing the motions of pleasure & pain to extract the pure rawness that unravels as you externalise your love for one another.
It's the tenure you have within the depths of another, a tenure that has no expiration as you both journey towards the exploration phases of the love that's shared, mutually.
It's knowing that the one you love is rendered just as helpless & hopeless over the things that keep you both apart, yet you stay together because you love each other as you both wait patiently to solidify your love.
When love happens, it happens unexpectedly. Without intent or expectation, it evolves mysteriously until it's too late to justify it as purely lust.
It's pure and the depth is endless as it perseveres the smears of tainted fragments, in frustration and uncertainty, until you can exhale those things and taste the other upon your palate.
Immersed in the realm of trust and truth, underpinned by the fundamental beliefs of knowing that you have enough faith to know that she worships the ground upon which you walk, and the course is what it is, without modification to the desired outcome.
Between dawn and dusk, in absence and presence, neither are apart as they're etched within the depths of one another until they exchange the words that solidify their bond.
In sickness and in health, the answer was always, yes...
Distance. Time. The moon. The sun. The tides that shift. The fire that burns to ashes, amongst the embers that slowly burn for days, weeks and months as they evolve into years.
It's not because you're being touched, or because you're channeling your energy with the clarity of your expectations coming to fruition.
It's more than that.
It's commitment to abide. It's knowing that your heart beats collectively within the depths of another, and every breath you draw brings you closer to that moment of merging.
The sweetest moment that defines the bond that's shared, where you open yourself to the fluidity of the love that's shared, to express yourselves holistically via the art of making love as you nourish and nurture one another.
Until, you're both fucking in a primal but urgent movement, executing the motions of pleasure & pain to extract the pure rawness that unravels as you externalise your love for one another.
It's the tenure you have within the depths of another, a tenure that has no expiration as you both journey towards the exploration phases of the love that's shared, mutually.
It's knowing that the one you love is rendered just as helpless & hopeless over the things that keep you both apart, yet you stay together because you love each other as you both wait patiently to solidify your love.
When love happens, it happens unexpectedly. Without intent or expectation, it evolves mysteriously until it's too late to justify it as purely lust.
It's pure and the depth is endless as it perseveres the smears of tainted fragments, in frustration and uncertainty, until you can exhale those things and taste the other upon your palate.
Immersed in the realm of trust and truth, underpinned by the fundamental beliefs of knowing that you have enough faith to know that she worships the ground upon which you walk, and the course is what it is, without modification to the desired outcome.
Between dawn and dusk, in absence and presence, neither are apart as they're etched within the depths of one another until they exchange the words that solidify their bond.
In sickness and in health, the answer was always, yes...
Published 15th Feb 2015
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15th Feb 2015 3:06am
beautiful poem... you describe love like a magnetic dance between the stars. at least that's what i read into it lol. i'll be rereading this one for a while, thank you.
15th Feb 2015 11:27am
15th Feb 2015 5:07pm
You make the distinction between love and lust extremely well, Shadow. This love is unconditional. Lust, by nature, has its limitations, fun and demonstrative as it can be.
