Just Once

My mouth can’t stop thinking about your mouth. Your pink lips. Your glittering teeth. I’m crushing plums under my tongue and laughing into my wine glass. Your hand is on my leg under the dinner table and your parents are smiling. There are candles flickering and everything smells like light. Everything looks like love. I’m whispering in your ear and what I’m saying is I love you. I love you.

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.

“Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.”

Be careful with the words that you use to describe your life, for it’s these very words that map our reality. Not only are they simply spoken, but they come back and affect the very world that lies in front of us. Your life is a remarkable gift. Truly. However, words can sometimes take us farther and farther away from seeing this ourselves.