 ❝ kiss me like it’s almost spring,
and you are cold and hungry for my warmth. kiss me like your lips are numb, careful and clumsy against my own, earnestly relearning. kiss me like winter’s ending, like sun and rain and flowers blooming. kiss me like you’ve yearned for me, and now, at last, I am here, in reach.❞
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 ❝ spring is come, on the heels of the last frost warning writing itself out like green ink in the margins of an old book (slight, at first, in the fringes, and then sprawling) spring is come, inviting you to run barefoot across a damp lawn turning all the world into a garden you inherited but did not ask for (and at last winter is gone, become a small town myth something clinging in the shadows but soon fading) ❞ ✧ march poetry prompts by @nixscriptum
 ❝ my icarus, with all your warnings — 404: heart not found — and all those so sorry signs — better luck next time! — my icarus, with all your faults — strapping wings of wax to my hopes — my icarus, laughing, pulling me along — and the earth falling away beneath my feet — my icarus, my icarus, watching me fly too close to the sun again--
and i fall-- and i fall-- and i fall— ❞  ❝ this is my ballast in storms great and small (i am a sailor chasing a lighthouse glimpsed on the horizon, out of reach but reaching, leagues of unfathomable depths between us) — this is rapture at my fingertips, blazing like a wildfire in small rooms of shadow and mirk and misery consuming (searing all into vanishing, until nothing remains but light unburning) — this is my saint of almosts — this is my promise unfulfilled and forgiven — this is irreplaceable to me — this is all i need — this is all i seek. ❞
❝ the softest surrender
in the deep of clinging shadows in the twin rivers salt and sorrow in the quiet carved by heartache the softest surrender in the knowing i am loved in the lowering of the wall in the opening of the door the softest surrender in the letting it be ❞ ❝ this is a modern love, but an antique ache
(heartbreak's as old as time, after all) they say don’t romanticize the ruin but how can i not when there are roses left unclaimed? when what i called fate they called affection, reluctantly given? of course i romanticize it all - of course i keep waiting - of course i keep believing - of course i tell myself that one day you’ll give me a valentine’s day with no disclaimers ❞ ❝ something old fashioned in the way i care--
a patina, all sepia and warmth and worn out lingering faded as soft leather, lined by ages of caressing care something old fashioned in the way i love-- a reminiscence, all nostalgia and long ago longing a memory of a yesteryear, never quite replicated only mourned ❞ ❝ could be somedays, would be one days
shoulder to shoulder, palm in palm an almost that still lives here hushed and hopeful and held a waking dream half a hope and nothing more (what we hid in plain sight fragile as frost on the breath) ❞ I.
a heart raised on romance — flushed pink and petal soft // all laughter — whimsy — tenderness envisioned — daydreams cradled — collated // all willowy wisps of promise — of plenty — of pleasure // so much for lighthearted yearning // so much for sweet nothings // so much for the shimmering haze // seared to nothing by unrelenting summer II. a heart bruised by loss — now withered, now worn // but still lushly scented — enriched in essence — crushed to refinement // full of sought-after softness — hard-won, lingering // the gentleness i stayed for III. a heart healing slow — maze-rooted and twined, entwining // strengthened in the darkling depths — in the here, now, this — in the you, me, us — in the truth unflinching, uncruel — in the unbreaking but not unbending — in the loving without vanishing IV. a heart upheld ( for this is how i keep myself ) // a support, strong but supple — earth, turned over, tilled — space cleared and guarded — sun and shade in equal measure, dappled // this is how i grow — skyward, sunward — solid and sound — bold and beaming V. this is how i become my own favorite story — by living, by dreaming — by seeking and by finding // this is how i hold my heart // this is how it healed ❝ Once upon a time, I loved you. Once upon a future, I will love you again.
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