If you're yearning for the start of things, cut the rope.
I dont understand peoples obsession with the begining of relationships, when its all blind loop kissing and big awkward smiles that pang dizzly into your dreams like the first 15 licks of lolipop sweetness.
It’s so much more beautiful when you’ve let it sit, when you’ve let the sap drain out and theres’ a casualness to the way they take the lengths of your hair and rearrange it in automatic movement, like they were fine tuning your thoughts to feel like the softness of hotspring water.
It’s richer, when you forget to kiss until halfway through the day, when you hang up the phone with abrupt goodbyes and worry free tones that are as infinitely neautral as stick shift pauses, and your conversations loosen into realness, and loss of watching the way words may stutter. I love the patience of making love, waiting till the conversation dwindles and the heavy script that did spill from one anothers tongues pulls lips together like maybe vowels got caught and mixed up.
Why on earth would you yearn for the beginings of love? Why would you yearn for monoemotional moments? Why would you ignore the oceans you are building?
How they remain still at times, with the slow pull of pretty current that smiles softly with seagull caw, Until the moment when your eyes catch, with full moon magnitude and you cant pull apart your hurricane kissing and sob coaxed laughter because you realize that the love in your stomachs is as strong as tidal waves, abnd their bodies feel like every slow gaze and regreted fit of anger, every smile and fake laughter, every tongue tied night with smoke clouds fleeting from between lips and knuckles, you see that every bookmarked emotion is still visible in their corneas like maybe thats whats making them change color, and you don’t for one second wish for how things were when you first met.