Tag: romantic

nightskeye

July 29th, 2025

You caught me staring

lost in your eyes—

you asked me what I was doing.

“Stargazing”—

it was all I could muster.

It’s like you plucked the stars from the heavens,

and put them in your eyes:

what is this magic you do?

You are the night sky.

It’s like you stole the Sun,

and put it in your heart:

what is this magic of yours?

Blazing. You bring me to life.

It’s like you’re the universe,

You draw me into orbit—

What a wonderful dance this is.

You tell me,

“I want to see the world”—

but I already do.

We could travel the globe,

There’s nothing worth seeing

if it’s not with you.

Stargazing,

one of our favorite pastimes.

But honey, that night sky

has nothing

on your eyes.

Brilliant. You bring me alive.
July 16th, 2025

Once I met you,

I never stopped falling.

Getting to love you?

My one highest calling.

This heart was made to love,

these eyes

for adoration.

Loving you

is discovering purpose:

in all truth,

liberation.

The lovemaking is so good,

it is dangerous.

I’d sell my soul

for your touch—

by your divinity, I’ve been tainted.

I’m down on my knees,

and you spread Heaven’s gates—

I’d brave all of Hell

just to taste it.

My soul…

it is yours.

Have it…

take it.
July 13th, 2025

your gentle grace

thawed my heart.

what greater image of hope

of rebellion

than in the ruins of a war torn world:

a single butterfly,

dancing, floating,

angelic amidst the ash.
Briefly gorgeous

July 13th, 2025

a butterfly joined me on my walk

floating with grace

her painted canvas wings

a fluttering heartbeat.

they made me pause.

what are you doing, butterfly?

i saw its past, i saw its future,

breaching its cocoon,

then faltering, returning

to the earth’s womb.

i wondered:

what are you doing, butterfly?

why?

you emerge,

you return,

simply to grace our path?

why?

nature, so peculiar,

this thing you do.

the whole of life,

it seems to have no other reason

than to be briefly beautiful
July 11th, 2025

The song of your moan

is an echo in my mind,

What a beautiful chorus,

your cry, so sublime—

Beneath my fingertips,

you became poetry —

no shortage of meaning

in each line of your body.

Buried to the hilt,

in your velvet heat —

and as you came undone,

you thanked me in repeat.

Still in you, I held you,

mere embers in a cuddle—

we melted together,

dissolved in our puddle—

Still can I taste

your need, so sweet,

you, my last meal,

there’s nothing—

no, nothing

I’d rather eat.
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July 8th, 2025

Darling,

let us indulge indulgence,

that Epicurean cure.

Let touch be our salve,

my lips be your balm,

and let us yield

to what we feel —

what, my dear,

could be more real?

Let go of thought —

be free, my darling,

think not.

Break that dam,

embrace the rains —

surrender, my love,

surrender, and let your heart

take the reins.
June 17th, 2025

The music of your laughter is color returning to the world; it is springtime after the longest winter.
June 5th, 2025

To be truly seen: that which we both long for and fear the most.

…

The funny thing about the terrifying ordeal of letting yourself be truly known is that there is no real love without it; and yet, we grow so convinced that the love which we so desperately crave would only elude us even more if we were to simply be seen.

It goes something like “All I want is to be loved; but if you were to really know me, you wouldn’t love me.”

All the unlovable and broken bits. The parts of me that desperately need love the most are the parts I cannot show you for fear of you leaving.

Yeah. Something like that.
June 2nd, 2025

it is so funny

how love

can inspire infinite wells of verse

yet render one speechless all the same.

…

more stanzas

in that stunned silence

than these hands

could ever pour forth

in a lifetime.
May 28th, 2025

So many ways to say I love you. I choke on the words. Please, please tell me you can see it in my eyes. Tell me you can feel it in my hands. Tell me you can hear it in my heartbeat when your head’s on my chest.

This strange effect you have on me. I’ve hardened myself to the world… but with you, my gaze softens. You melt the ice in my tone, you make me pour forth warmth I didn’t know existed within me.

There are daggers in my eyes by default. One look at you and they’re lowered.

Tag: romantic

nightskeye

Briefly gorgeous

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