This feels beyond romance. You must have been some one luminous to me in another life.  Perhaps that is what I see  when I look at y...

I saw him last night for the first time. He was laughing at his own joke, unabashedly, arms crisscrossed at the back of his neck, his mout...

- n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall ...

This morning I woke from a dream of drinking tea with you.  It was dawn against the window open to the sea,  mist hovering over our mu...

they will tell you resistance is futile,  your softness but a place for men to lay themselves down. little do they know  that you have...

how beautiful

I called you today. You were surprised, how are you  fell from your mouth like a toddler learning how to chew with a mouthful of tiny new te...