“This reminded me of you” is such a tender sentence. Oh to have impacted someone so much that they find bits of your soul and hold the memory of you in things and places when you're not around.”
I love saying your name. I love the way it rolls off my tongue and kisses my lips. It’s soothing and yet exciting.
*reposted due to minor typo
ما أجمل من يرفع يديه إلى السماء من أجلك
How beautiful is the person who raises their hands to the skies, for you.
As a boy I lost my fear of thunderstorms when the violent spring ended the reign of the first seemingly endless pallid winter. I welcomed the roar of heavens as a herald of great expectations. Relief, I felt, when the pristine opaque pall at long last turned dark, and brooding. I watched the skies flash and swirl in the distance, as if following the hand of a master painter. With arms spread wide, reaching high, I embraced the cataclysmic rain, which, albeit announced, crashed down in an unexpectedly acute downpour. That small moment in time, I felt alive. And when lighting inevitably struck, I let it travel throughout me — consume me, till one with my core. It was the purest euphoria. Overflowing, overwhelming love to last a lifetime. The essence of fire, mine. I cradled it inside. A forest's old grown tree at long last struck by lightning. And, although your razing flame left but an empty husk, I do fill dead wood with gratitude. I felt alive. I was alive. For a little while. Thanks to you.
27-3-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
i want a sweet love. a dancing in kitchen at 3am love. a getting coffee together daily love. a let's sleep under the moon love. a pillow fight love. a feeding each other love. a kissable love. soft, sweet, serene and satisfied.
Burning bridges always hurts more when you’re the one that lit the match.
What do you do when you regret it?
A small chuckle and then a low whisper.
You start to burn too.
- n.g. // i’m burning
Not Only Niagra...Falls (A Collab)
beginning as two separate beings
divided by man-made borders
to keep us forever apart
but i know
you, too, call for me
ravaging the rocks alongside
we each continue unveiling
until we touch
...and become one
she falls for me like Niagara
calm at first
then in a fervor, a rush
and she calls for me
bashing the rocks below
slowly reaching my shore
we are torrential
we are a monsoon
You can try your hardest. You can do everything and say everything, but sometimes people just aren’t worth trying over anymore; they aren’t worth worrying about. It’s important to know when to let go of someone who only brings you down.
𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.
If they can change the rhythm of your heartbeat with just a touch of their fingers, you are in good hands.
No depreciation in value
Nor use for self-
One smouldering solution
Yin yang give-and-take culminating
In a satiating conclusion
Inspired by the #kamasutrachallenge prompt: sixty-nine
27-3-2023, M.A. Tempels © "... an elfchen written for @mylovaboxa's prompt: deliberate love."