I want to give myself to you. Continuously. Because I know then I’ll never run empty. Looking at you feels like turning to the light. A warm hug for my soul, comfort for my feet. I want to continuously pour out myself over you, just because it’s you. And because of the quiet love in your eyes, the firm grip of your cherishing hands. Because you, almost like the moon towards the sea, leave me free to rise and fall. And I’m falling for you. Continuously. And rising with you, faithfully.
A song slipped up my sleeves
It got my telling stories about you
Got me explaining how you make me feel
And what I’d do for you
A song slipped up my sleeves
It took me by surprise
Changed my directions
And led me straight to you
And everything I wouldn’t do, should I ever come to lose you
I wrote a song
To tell myself I wouldn’t wanna make it
If I’d be without you
To tell myself my prayers have been answered
When you came into my life
Zoals het licht van de zonnestralen de aarde bereikt
Jouw lippen, mijn slaap-wakende bovenrug
Zoals zeewater eendrachtig en kwispelend rotsen afbrokkelt
Jouw vingertoppen, de huid van mijn dijen
Net hoe de bladeren zich aan het onzichtbare overgeven en laten meevoeren
Mijn hart, jouw geest
I am blindly
Braiding a thick thread from your shoulders on top of your chest
Down to the full length of your body
It is like an Indian braid
But white and of wool
That is how I feel us being knitted and woven together
You into me
Me into you
Becoming us
No longer just you
Or only I
Somehow a lie
But also everything I desire to live by
I thought I wanted to love you
Slow and quietly
But I guess I never realized
That’s how souls are devoured
By taking your time
Exploring every inch of your life
Every single moment
That’s why I crave your presence everyday
I didn’t think I’d want to keep you alive
Silly me, for how could we ever be reborn together as one
I need to shed my burdens and grow into my new reform
With you
What is reality exactly?
What am I doing, loving you so hard
Pouring out my being into you
An over and over emptying of my heart
Just to be filled again
With longing for more of you
What am I doing
Loving you so hard
Taking you everywhere with me
Carrying your breath in my chest
Giving you a secluded preview of who I want to be
What am I doing
What are you doing to me
I can still smell you
From time to time
As if my head is resting on your chest again
As if you’re sitting beside me again
As if you will kiss me again
I can still feel you
Now and then
Your embrace
How you looked at me with your loving gaze
Almost sure that you’re breath is one with mine, once again
Standing there
I just stand there
Like lifeless
You can cut my body open
Disect, find and add what you wanna
When you’re done,
Sew me back up
Just like this
While I’m standing
You can finish at the back
You’ll find great interest in the curves of my spine
Freely I serve to you
And when you’re done
Don’t bother sewing me back up
If it’s too much trouble
For what I can’t see is never as real as what I can see
Don’t push me forward
Not that I mind landing on my face
It’s just that there’s no other way but up to go
From there
Don’t lay me down
Foreign hands have no longer the right to my descending affairs
Just leave me standing
Right there where you found me
Where I stand in full service, freely
I will be who and where I need to be
Missing
You can miss people from the heart
You can also miss them from your skin
When your heart doesn’t want to beat as joyfully as it did when they were still here
And a certain heaviness creeps in that seems to never want to leave
When your skin wants to reach for them and feels like you will never again be safe without their touch
When you’re no longer worried about why you’re no longer together or why it won’t work
When all you want is just their arms and their heart and to go back to your ways of old
When this minute you’re upset, the next you feel in love, one instant you burst out crying and the next you’re grateful
You can miss people from your sunken sinking heart
But you can also miss them from your skin and your hands and your dreams.
And your soul.
Our love
Our love
Or whatever is left of it
Doesn’t take away the sadness
The hurt
Disappointment
The anger
Our love, or what we made of it
Is full, is completed
You were my person
I was yours
It’s pretty cliché to say
That in some sense this will remain
But
It will
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