To fall in love
is to realize
reality can feel like a dream
when you are slipping away in his arms.
His kiss melts your skin.
Two being of life
standing before eachother
in just the same bone strcutre
we are all made of similarily.
There is nothing
not even air
that can get between the two of you.
Becoming molded into one,
fingers knotted together,
lips glued together,
hearts entertwining.
Mind and soul.
You are love
eternally grasping for eachother,
two bodies holding on for dear life
so gently
as to never wanting to leave one scratch
because we can crack and shatter,
Our love a dream,
a dream
that cannot always
be.
Writing On A Typewriter
Used to be high tech. I hope that one day paper will be too slow to get out all your creativity. The process speeds up, it is about the pause between idea and written form. I hand write grocery lists - poetry is a state of seeing. U rock! - allets