Making the sea restless
Kiss me in the moonlight on a secluded shore, where horizon bleeds into the distant darkness.
Fleeting moment of serenity, before the waves begin to mimic the effervescense and alacrity of our love.
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Guatemala
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
Making the sea restless
Kiss me in the moonlight on a secluded shore, where horizon bleeds into the distant darkness.
Fleeting moment of serenity, before the waves begin to mimic the effervescense and alacrity of our love.
Towards warmth is a difficult road
Months turning, spring to summer.
I'd feel better if I had been like winter.
Not caring, worrying about what comes next;
The frost that makes solid all that it touches, more
than just whatever it feels like freezing.
Sunkissed memories
Take a sip of my lips, an intoxicating taste of happier times past.
Believing in the light it'll be different now, all perfect somehow.
Grief doesn't linger in summer's warmth, it thrives in the dark.
The cold autumn breeze carries it around again and we invite it back in,
like a dear old friend.
Synesthesia
I love darkness showing me, all the things I can not see.
Your hot breath grazing my neck, with sinful shades of sunset red.
Your lips lingering on my ticklish thighs, making them blush like pale morning skies.
Your lust devouring my whole being, as twilight swallows casted shadows.
Our forever now
Reminded of my own mortality, recently became obsessed with living - of all things.
And loving you is like breathing. Necessary and absolute.
Every moment so precious, replacing fear with gratitude.
The greatest gift; a cup of coffee delivered to our warm bed with the gentlest forehead kiss.
Rebirth
Spring has arrived and with it this yearly restlessness.
My heart beats faster, breaths get shallower -
as if I'm racing to some unknown destination.
Maybe I should blame the sun for rising too early in the morning
or maybe the songbirds for waking me up to see it.
Colour is flooding back as the frozen rivers thaw,
bewildering wildflowers and feeding fluffy catkins on pussy willows.
It's a crazed frenzy of a mother bringing her children back to life.
I feel small and insignificant as I observe this glorious
display of controlled chaos as the earth is birthed anew.
Born of cold
Snowflakes in stasis just quietly floating there in the freezing winter air.
Like fragments of a memory, some happier time long past they sparkle in the light.
And it's not so dissimilar to what we know of magic, how they appear lucent.
Becoming transparent as tears are, when they fall to touch a warm cheek.
Weekends
Saturdays are a chore. I feel oppressed by the time, that could be spent doing all the things I was too busy for before. Stressed over the looming of Sunday, the deadline for feeling rested. At least my laundry will feel refreshed.