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I have lost my greatest love.

Closing our eyes to darkness does not make the darkness subside, it creates only more darkness. We forget that the earth must spin through the night before morning comes.

It was in the way you said: “Our love is so beautiful,” -and I forget the rest. The rest doesn’t matter. The rest is smoke and ashes, likes and follows, social media capital in a brittle world of crypto-currency and presidential dick measuring contests. It was in the way you made me realize that among all the dirt and smog and dirty neon lights, through words lost and forgotten, ties broken and disavowed, despite it all, something this beautiful can still exist. Every day. And it does, right here, right now, between you and I. We go on in this life scraping and scrubbing our way, all the while enduring, however painfully, as parts of ourselves become chipped away in the process. This world is cruel and harsh, there’s nothing new about that. We each have our share of misery, discomfort, tragedy, dismay, and each our own secret stash full of sources of sadness. Most of this life we go through alone or with people who only prove to be anyone other than who we think them to be. So no matter who we go through these experiences with, if they’re not here with us right now then we were more or less alone to begin with. But this is beautiful. No matter how broken, or sad, or angry, or upset, or -whatever. We find our way back, full circle. Full force. Full of this moment. In a world running short of time in constant anticipation of tomorrow, we live, breathe, and experience whatever there is to experience. I love you today, right now, in this moment, and as best as I can so that I never have to regret not having done so.

your body like a canvas

when my desert mouth crawled into your oasis, paradise purposely left ajar, offered gently its sweet honey and nectar and fruit, in that moment even mountains bowed to the valleys, the river commanded the storm, the tide pulled in the moon, the sun rose only when beckoned, and the mouth, a humble servant - a desert no more.