billowy

For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you. Neil deGrasse Tyson

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Home Thoughts

The sea rocks have a green moss.
The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.
… … … … …
Speak to me of how you miss me.
Tell me the hours go long and slow.

Speak to me of the drag on your heart,
The iron drag of the long days.

I know hours empty as a beggar’s tin cup on a rainy day,
empty as a soldier’s sleeve with an arm lost.

Speak to me …

Carl Sandburg

We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey. Leonard Cohen, Poems and Songs

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The days and nights are crawling by at a snail’s pace, and it’s maddening. Today brought thoughts of fuzzy no-slip hospital socks, the soothing scent of lavender, warm bodies pulsing with affection, languid movements, gentle strokes, oh so touchable facial scruff, palm after palm after palm tree, sweet lips, soap smell on skin, long fingers tapping on table tops and my forearm, clandestine kisses, pheromones on pheromones on pheromones.

you make it hard to sleep
even though
i have piles of sand
under my eyes
and in my sheets

you constantly confess
that you find me reckless
and you worry
and you tell me this
because you care
i know this
because i know how much
it isnt
what you want to say

follow me home
to touch the small of my back
and the curve of my feet
and enwrap me in you
is
what you want to say

while our knees exchange
neighed affection
and both of us
look away
to avoid
the
truth
in
our
actions
versus
our
words “a warm February evening” by a special someone who shall remain anonymous (for billowy) ~ 2.5.13

i need your eyes and hands and thoughts and sighs and whispers and the moonlight you carry around in your pocket

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