Cultivate the practice of appreciation. Learn to give thanks to those who walked into your life, even those who chose not to stay. Because each moment lived, good or bad; each person you met, good or evil, was an essential part of your growth. It’s through your experiences with the darkness that make you appreciate the light.
You mean something to someone For someone else you mean everything - Never have you ever felt something just like that
In the night you only belong to her She knows you She has seen the real you No one else knows Just her She knows you She knows who you are You don’t have to hide You are good Just the way you are To her, you mean everything
Hot breathes against your breasts Her lips nipping yours Her lips - hot - on yours Lovely
Deep sighs cut Through the silence In the night
You two together You love You love so gently
So beautifully So slowly So significant
When making love
a painting of sweat and of tears of love and of blood
a portrait of love and of lust of kisses and of feelings
of her and of you of you two together
That night, when You were just hers She was just yours And everything else was Insignificant
// written in swedish October 2012 & translated into english in June 2017
I want to thank you for helping me grow,
blossom into the rose I am today
grounded roots, beautiful, but still unstoppable.
Because you gave me emotional strength,
to not only conquer the world,
but the ideas flaming inside of me,
the deep ridden passion that keeps me alive.
you made my world an experience that wasn’t one sided
that wasn’t fought alone, but together
each day we became the people we hoped to be even though
the world wanted to swallow us whole.
but we became so indisputably intertwined that we couldn’t be shaken.
couldn’t be moved.
couldn’t be phased.
we were fighting for something
and that something was each other
and that fight is never ending
So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. There’s no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us. But if we kiss, it will end the world. And I’ve ended the world before. No one survived. Least of all me.
Iain S. Thomas /
pleasefindthis, I Wrote This for You
This remains one of my favorite poems by the amazing South African poet
he sends bullets of crazy through my brain.
when he puts his hands on me, there’s a thrill
i can’t contain. his touch is like terror in that it
makes my body shake. i sweat out all the ache.
he chokes out his desires and i whimper out his
name. this is our sinister game; we make love riding
melodies and play out all our pain. we push and we
pull and we bind each other in transparent plastic
chains. i say, this is my love for you, see it clear as day.
raw like the garden, like the oxygen in my veins. fresh
as the sunrise and his smile and the rain. when he
kisses my bare flesh, my skins bursts into flames.
i love the way he stares into my eyes and locks his grip
around my waist. i love the way he tastes. all i think of
is staying forever in this place. i said God won’t you
save me, i want to fall from grace. i want to find
salvation in the way we interlace. to worship at
his altar and then be locked in his embrace. i want
to crack the glass windows of the church in his heart
and mark them with my stain. i want to love each
other with fires so wild that the devil feels the strain.
Your mouth on my nipples
My hands in your hair
Your hands all over my skin
Lighting fires everywhere
My legs on your shoulders
Our eyes locked in each others’ glazed stare
The smell of you on my skin
Utter ecstasy to bear.
Don’t walk away, don’t leave for the night.
Come to bed with me instead. Come lie down
next to me, sink into the mattress, swaddle us
both in sheets. Release the tension from your
bones and I’ll let go of mine and we can let it
all just evaporate away from us. Touch your
palm to my shoulder blade, curl your fingers
into my arm. Imagine, I’ll lay my head on your
chest and rest my wrist on your hip. I want you
and only you beside me. This life is long, the day
was longer, and all I can think about is the sound
of your breathing as you drift off to sleep. Please
hear me clearly, because I have never said this
frightening, miraculous thing to anyone else.
I only want you.
There is something between us, isn’t there?
A heat that burns like fire…
But not simply lust and desire
No… this is something more…
Something deeper I’ve never felt before
And it grips me, every time I look at you
Just tell me I’m not imagining this…
tell me you feel it too