How Wild

Could I bring you home

And keep you warm

This winter?

Keep you here with me.

This is where you should be

After all, right?

Wander here

And feel the ice melt

Within me.

It was only a solid foundation

On this lake,

I am washed to shore

What made you decide Love wasn’t for you; That it wasn’t worth The fight it needed Or the hope That conditioned it, Who taught you To believe that love is hard And you are hard to love—

Darling, don’t you know There are stars in the sky That fight the brightness Of the moon Yet you could outshine The brightest of them all With just your smile—

Love is not meant To destroy you, Love is meant To mend the broken promises That escaped your palms When they became too hard To hold on to—

Loving you is not hard, Losing you is.

a pretty face in an ugly room;

that all the people noticing you

for your face and for your body.

I love you most my love,

You are not just a pretty face,

You’re a story waiting to be told,

A galaxy waiting to be discovered,

A big bright star no one can ever handle.

They don’t know who you are

For they haven’t ventured to your world

Of exploding ideas and spontaneities.

Take my hands

In your frosted wind

And jerk me back

To my feet.

Perhaps one of these years

At this time,

With family and friends,

Jorge Luis Borges (via theglasschild)

I close my eyes, soaking in every drop of this moment,

I listen to your heart’s steady beat, feel the way your arms are wrapped around me,

One of your hands on the curve of my waist, the other on my shoulder,

I feel your warmth and the movement of your chest as you breathe,

I nuzzle my head into your neck, wanting to be as close to you as possible,

I plant a kiss on your neck, and feel your body shift as you move to kiss my lips,

If I could live in a moment, it’d be this,

Our bodies intertwined,

Rain beating at the window, thrown by raging winds,