“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Your voice followed me to sleep #sixwords

when you do something nice for another, your brain releases feel-good chemical dopamine.
#dogood

You are my drug and I need to score #kisspree

i will come /
in a form /
other than this form /
as your favourite food, /
or an enjoyable book on the bed, /
you will devour me whole ...

gimme two red leaves / on the rocks / pour my autumn straight / no summer back / gimme my autumn / on the rocks #micropoetry

I will say over
and over again,
"I love you,"
I will say it in a different voice
and you will hear
so many things pic.twitter.com/5dUK35aTJu

I would follow myself if I could. I mean seriously.

You are woven in my soul #sixwords

I carry every word with me #sixwords

I love you like the sun loves you in the winter when you stand eyes closed letting it warm your eyelids

my eyes ~
tired, dusty, weak with need
- my soul's window
~ in need of repair

i know nothing about
good verse

but, i know
the greatest words
i heard

~ was in a dream
last night.

you said,
"I only want you."

cried yesterday
cried today
will cry tomorrow ...
it's okay
... you always say,

"tears are a language"

be my silver bullet #fourwords

he told me birds speak in human words / in the rain / close your eyes / let your heart listen instead #micropoetry

Her eyes have stolen the stars #sixwords

i have often wondered about those who are offered the world and then don't take it

We dreamed of boats run aground / in the dark ocean / we dreamed of fire / say we dreamed of jewels & crowns too

we are star gazers / with sacred hand gestures / they are the retro river / we will float / down / again #mp