bit of black and white

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.

Go down to your deep old heart, woman, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.

Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep dark living heart.

…I do not want a woman whom age cannot wither.
She is a made-up lie, a dyed immortelle
of infinite staleness.

From ‘Know Deeply, Know Thyself More Deeply’ by DH Lawrence






her turn


cheeky smile
sparkly eyes
messy hair

I’ve seen it before

interlaced fingers
gentle hand strokes
nuzzling neck

I’ve felt it before

holding hands
touching hair
sweet kisses

I’ve been there before

soft whispers
breath in the ear
special musicĀ 

I’ve had that before

not so long ago
he made me love him
with the same little tricks

not so long ago
he had eyes
for me only

not so long ago
he held me
like it’s the end of the world

not so long ago
his scent on my skin
in the morning

and his words:
I love you so much
so much

not anymore