You, my love are a work of art. a modern masterpiece. i look at you, and i can't believe someone like you ever loved someone like me.
My love, you are softness personified. your eyes, your hands, your smile, your mouth, your eyelashes. but over all of that is the way you care. you act like you don't, but with me? you always care so so much. i love that.
When i'm with you i feel so many different things at once, like: At ease In love Blissful Happy Loved Important Beautiful And so very soft
You make me feel so soft and pure. like i am painted in one singular, elaborate, brush stroke. like i was sculpted from clay. like i was made from the crack in god's ribs. like i was born from a quiet thunder and the tentative pitter-patter of summer rain. like the trees whispered me until i emerged from the soil. like i am a moment in a beautiful infinity.
I saw a brighter light alongside an endless colour palette and a supernatural glow when we first met. i saw it as a sign.
I love how much you've trusted me. from day one.
How on our first date, i learned so much about you. how i wanted to give you my everything from that moment on. how i knew. for once i knew.
I love that i made you better. that i brightened your life. that i am your best friend and that you fucking love me.
My love, if i had only one wish, i'd wish for us. i'd wish to be bright with you for as long as any star burning in the sky.
You, my love, are such a goddamn galaxy. and i want nothing more than to be one of your stars. or a planet. or if you'd let me, a solar system. i just long to be a part of you the way that you are all of the good parts inside of me.
soft.
Author: blue mercury
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Date: 05/04/2020
№ 1204653
And So... There ! Amid All Allurement And Soft Machines
And so... There! Amid all allurement and soft machines; The spoiled brat of Venus, knicking the doors and kicking the canned laughter To the foot of a mountain of existential speculation. Amid the cherry bombs and the Persian rugs; so many menageries of tinfoil origami swans. So very little Time.
So little rosemary wine in the pickle jars. So few wolves In the porcupine dens - and only a swarm of hornets In your nightclothes, this Morning. And nothing but nettles In your tea.
Come in, take off your clothes, You're soaking wet. I'll get you dry for free, You'll be reset. For now, lie on the couch, I'll be close by, Ear pressed against the door With you in the other room Naked in my mind.
I'll get you dry for free, You'll be reset. Cleanse the wounds Murder and guns Hide in your skin. I am the one who can Kindle your feet So softly You'll never know You are burning Til you turn to ash. I'll get you dry, You'll be reset.
