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I crave. The nearness of you.
I crave your hands — the nearness of you — your smile.
This is how you love me:
The firm pressure of your grip, asserting presence,
I blush — succumb to the
pulsating heat of your weight.
In your absence, my eyes trace the invisible handprints of your touch (you grip my neck like a cup; a single palm between my chest)
Beneath the earth of my flesh,
your scent rises and lingers above my own.
You smile — (in my heart) — stretching it beyond my ribs to my fingertips.
I crave the nearness of you.
These things: my thoughts of you, the sunshine of your smile, the memory of your hands, that familiar fragrance in the air — they are but mere shadows of your tenderness, enough to see me through the day.
Baby, I am happy.
Je T’aime
I love you for all the women I haven’t known
I love you for all the times in which I haven’t lived
For the scent of wide open spaces and the smell of hot bread
For the melting snow and for the first flowers
For the innocent animals which haven’t been frightened by man
I love you to love
I love you for all the women I don’t love
Who reflects me if not you yourself—I see myself so little
Without you I see nothing but an empty space
Between those other times and today
There have been all those deaths that I have crossed on straw
I have not been able to break through the wall of my mirror
I’ve had to learn life word by word
How one forgets
I love you for your wisdom, which is not mine
For health
I love you against everything which is only illusion
For that immortal heart over which I have no power
You think that you are doubt but you’re just reason
You are the powerful sun that rushes to my head
When I am sure of myself
| Paul Eluard |
is beautiful again
All is beautiful again. The details of life are extraordinary. The textures, the aromas, the sensations. The sunsets, the sunrises, the oceans, the winds, the smile between strangers – the details of life. Some days I cannot see these things and all becomes bleak… and I become nothing. Everyone is walking, running toward something, but I am rooted to the spot with nothing to go to. Then, I think of you… and I know exactly where I need to be. All the time, looking for answers when they are right there in your eyes … You’re not here to touch, But your memory, In everywhere, In every thing, Beautiful pieces of you. I know where your hands are going even though they are not coming for mine. And when the click of your phone sounds, I see you turning to someone who is not me. I have searched my bed during endless nights and did not know how to find you. Still, my Sayang. My love, everything can be stolen. But nothing can steal the details of life, the beauty through our eyes. That is why all is beautiful again. 
