Wanderlust

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Let’s get away.
Away from all the to-do’s and must-haves and shoulds that the world seems to constantly want to shove into our days. Away from schedules and alarm clocks.
I want to fall asleep under a starry sky held tight in your arms and wake up with your breath still hot on my neck. Let’s just go, follow the dirt road until we can’t anymore, until the river turns into a creek, until the air gets crisp, until we find the perfect spot to lose track of time. And then let’s stay there for a bit, immersed in the magic of it all, just you and me and the sunshine and the breeze and this life we have built. Darling, let’s go away for some time and live as if we’ve never known pain before. As if we’ve never been strangers to one another at one point in time. As if all we have is this moment, right here, right now, with the sun in our eyes and so much hope in our hearts for everything that’s still to come.

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For you

For the dark corners
you have learned to embrace
and the soft spaces
you still keep;
for the fragile strength
that has carried you through
and the bravery you’ve shown
when you stared death in the face
and chose instead
to live.
to love.

For the decision you make
day after day to keep hope
within reach
and let go of grief,
for the honest tears you’ve shed
so openly with yourself
and the mountains you climbed
on your way
to peace;
For your eyes and lips
and ears and fingertips
and hot breath in your lungs
for staying present
through it all;
For what was
what is
and what will be.
for growth.
For the voice you birthed from the pain
and for the courage you’ve found to walk away
and let the past
die for good.

For Spring after Winter.
For the light in the darkness.
For rebirth.
For you.

destination: love

maybe I’ll never get to see
all the places my feet wish to wander through
maybe the oceans and plains I dream of visiting
will remain a mystery to my eyes
a vision only in my mind
but perhaps his two arms will become my world
and the scent on his neck home
it’s possible that his embrace
can become the safe place
I never thought I’d find again
and that life is enough of an adventure
if lived by his side
with a lot of love
and a side of laughter.

caution

I’ve learned to keep my thorns sharp,

even if I do happen to put some of them away ocassionally

You never know if this time I’ll need to use them

I build my walls and kick the ladder so he has to

climb and curse for me

I make him work and sweat for me, while giving only the bare minimum

a teaspoon of sugar just to keep him interested-

the sweetest honey comes from the Queen Bee

and now only the strong can manage to wrestle love

out of me.

 

this type of magic

tell me your Mondays are sleepy and saturated
with an unquenchable thirst for Sundays spent under the covers with me,
tell me you’ll dance in rainstorms when they come
and tell me you won’t forget
the mornings we’d stay in bed for hours and the walks we would take only for necessary supplies: croissants with whiskey in our coffee,
tell me you like that I’m just as good
at being bad as you are;
tell me my laughter has become
your favorite sound
and when you first open your eyes beside me, awaken my spine with a trail of kisses
and my heart with the sound of your voice near my ear
whispering “bom dia,” good morning in my native tongue,
as you bring me back to this moment, this life,
and out of the mediocre existence
my heart had for so long settled for.
Dance with me in the kitchen
to all the songs we have yet to call our own
and let me feed you, body and soul,
read you poetry while we lounge in the comfort of the four walls
and two arms I’ve turned into home,
and when the sun fills my eyes with pools of honey tell me I’m beautiful as if you have never seen me before and run your hands over my body to memorize every curve, every ridge, every scar…

If I were looking for just another someone
I would’ve settled long ago.

darling,
tell me we were made
for this type of magic.

this type of love.