magic is my mistress.

"I am an addict who needs her daily fix of language."

Sometimes, home has a heartbeat.

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

Your voice reminds me of sonatas played by deft hands Sending waves across my soul, shattering my very being

Heaven, hell; all of it, here.

No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.

“what will you do for me?” i’d watch the moon shift into darkness her silver curves, edged with shadows shadows of lovers much like me, turn into a slice of nothing a vague dream leftovers of an aftertaste fading musk and night flowers the smell of earth i could write about you all night and then hide the hasty scrawls my attempts at explaining the raw divinity that you are, id watch it all i’d feel it all from the reflection in your eyes for watching the sun set in your golden irises is a delight and so is watching you exist. i’d throw my heart off a cliff, into a void and smash it into pieces fragments that dully glint then run downhill only to retrieve the jagged pieces and hand them to you because i know my heart is too much too cold at times and it beats a little frantic my breath hitches my knees do fail me and i’d rather have my body ache then watch you struggling trying to hold the fragile, pathetic thing that my heart is you won’t have to worry now. i will try to give you the sky tell you it is yours try to compress the vast heavens into a blank canvas i know it will be hard because my heart cannot comprehend the universe, not yet for this world we live in it’s got galaxies and constellations dusted with stars that burn as bright as my love, and your eyes, they are no different but i will try maybe it won’t be what i’d want you to see but i will try (certain things are so beautiful even the stars dull around them.)