Words of Love

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows.
I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smoothness and which I will again and again and again kiss, I like kissing this and that of you, I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

I wish I could take credit but, alas, these incredible words are from the great E.E. Cummings. 




There Was You

At first, there was a heat in my head, in my hands, it spread throughout my body, making me awake, made me come to life.

And then my senses seemed to grow, expand, and all things were so sharp,
so ultra clear; the colours brighter than I’d ever known them, the air was filled with resonance, with sounds that touched me, exotic flavours
tempted me, and everything was so alive.

And at the centre of it all, in stillness, absolute perfection, there was you; a being like I’ve never felt before; an alien invasion in a forgotten land, oasis, home and travel to the stars, all there, all manifest in you.

I saw your fire, saw your eyes, I had arrived and landed in the world at last; I did not know that it was love.

-Source Unknown

Save My Heart

“I want to feel your touch on my skin.

I want to hear your voice whisper in my ear.

I want you to love me like I loved you.

I want you to hurt like I have been hurting.

I wish fairy tales were true because you would have saved my heart not broke it in two.”

-Source Unknown

I Dream…

I dream of you sometimes
Yearning for your image to exist outside my mind
Hoping that it will only be a matter of time
Before we meet and allow our eyes to speak
Knowing more then what our eyes can see
Patiently waiting to begin our destiny
This is where my soul will lead
Letting go of the thoughts of your physique
So that I can see through
Wanting to explore
Deep into the truth
Knowing that you are because he already knew
That I was the rib to fit inside of you
No other will ever do
See we never had to choose
He never asked us to
He just wanted us to trust and believe
That I’m for you and you’re for me
I’m just waiting for this to be
A sudden sigh
As I drift off to sleep
Dwelling in my unconscious mind
I dream of you sometimes…



I thought I’d be used to the cold by now. It’s been so long.
He probably feels the same way. That’s why he is the way he is… but I only feel empty

Happiness, once within me…dies.

Now, the empty space only allows the cold in. Deeper, deeper, sharper. No way out.
Almost as if temperature does not exist.

The cold rises.

I sleep, to dream of when he “loved me”
but I freeze.

Eyes wide open. I’m still here.

I realize. Again. Those memories are gone… and as I’m frozen in time, I can’t move on.

Time. It plays its tricks. But I no longer fall for them.

I would let go… fade… freeze… like everything else.

The only thing that is stopping me is my heart. It won’t give in to the cold.


It still loves.

Because our promises were to never stop loving each other.
And while I kept mine…

…he never kept his.

– K.C.

A Broken Heart

The danger of a broken heart is not the pain.
Not the tears, or anger.
Not the ache, not the loneliness,
not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big.

The danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with.
Mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort.
The oaths we take. What we swear to ourselves.
The danger is self-reliance.

The danger is that these stitches in our heart don’t fall out.
That they are there to stay.
Because they must.

The danger is that we know it isn’t about love anymore.
it isn’t about how perfect we are in our world.
It’s about how perfect we are in theirs.

The danger is that two became one.
And a half of one…

Half is not whole.

But now we must make it so.



I wish you wouldn’t worry so. There’s hope in every breath. But when fear infects the bones, I’m told, the heart is always next.

– Source Unknown