love makes me sad. of course abundance and sweetness creep up and in squeezing bit by bit outward, but loss is all i can think. the two are so closely entwined, my heart doesnt want this, its terrified.
so little heart, i'll pet you like a cat, let you know it'll be fun, you might like it. it wont last, nothing can, this is true, but what makes permanence so appealing? the constant shifts waves folding over each other and enveloping itself, the great big sea, human beings making love authentically, 'swhat heals the isolation, the fear, the drift away from existence, brought back by eyes looking in your direction while the movement happens. open like a bud, you sweet hard thing, it could be great. relax into it, i'll hold your hand, i'll stroke your back, i'll let the sorrow come when its time for that, we cant sit here forever in this sadness, friend.