“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife.
We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle.

And I will not be afraid of your scars.

I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

***Excerpts from Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

The air this night feels like expectation. Like dreams come alive and true!

It is the beginning of that magic vibration that carries the lovers from the world of weights and measures into the world of dreams and revelations.

Of The First Kiss

– Gibran

My skin grows new over deep, old wounds.
Still it is soft like a babies

I woke up this morning fearless. And the first thing I thought of was you.

Fear is no longer the motivation,
Love has cleared all that away.

Forgiving me for wasted time.
For living half lives, instead of whole.

You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

– Warsan Shire

Toes dipped in cool water
Recoil,
Hover,
And crave the wet again.

I’m surrounded by people I love, who love me. My cup overflows.