Love Notes
An evolving collection of poems and short musings.
Unanticipated.
I’ve fallen before, that part is nothing new.
Unanticipated. Falling for you is falling for me too.
I intended to cultivate love, growth, and peace.
A version of ‘us’ that was blessed, Spirit effortlessly at ease.
Let’s just stay “us” as we grow along side and into who we’re going to be.
Sharing a life. Loving on us, loving on you, and loving on me.
Don’t really feel like falling, more like settling in.
The quietest, softest, most beautiful place I’ve ever been.
In love and in alignment my heart overflows.
I’d surrender to this love, I wonder if She knows.
Difficult.
Intentional with my words and intentional with my heart.
Hand picked and carefully curated, scientific with MY shit, with myself, with my art.
Emotional archivist, my body keeps the records, sometimes the mind will forgive, might even forget.
Eventually, they align, take inventory of promises made and needs being met.
Whilst extending grace to Self, and lovingly the gift of grace to you too.
Not a keeper of folks that won’t be kept, I’m an experience girly. G’on, do what you do.
Securely attached to shared growth and edification.
Inviting freeing evolving, loving, love rather than comfort, possession, and settled stagnation.
Find me solely where the love is real, luscious, nourishing, renewable, and deep.
Until this love finds me; I’ll remain ‘unusually difficult to keep.’
Alchemist Energy.
Energetically affirming you as our bodies ascend.
I need you safe, inside my love, granting you tastes of passion and peace from within.
Intertwined, interlocked blissfully shielded from minuscule, worldly woes of men.
Ever the alchemist, you pour into me, it’s constantly dripping from my pen.
I’m getting lost in the pages of you and finding inspiration therein.
I’m developing a hunger for you, it’s addicting so I indulge, inviting the never satiated desire to binge.
Plutonian Butterfly.
Have ever you seen something so rare as the Plutonian Butterfly?
Crystallized wings reflecting the most faint light of Charon, flickering through the Plutonian sky.
On icy, most enchanted wing, as natural as breathing she soars though the frigid air.
We merely marvel from a distance, the Plutonian Butterfly doesn’t notice you there.
Fierceness in spite of the terrains, strength in her fragility, impossible to describe.
She flows effortlessly, it’s breathtaking duality, like watching two worlds collide.
She is busy being freedom itself, this beautiful butterfly.
An enigma, a curiosity, an energetic magnificence impossible to deny.
She is life. Engaged in a delightful affair of existing as testament to infinite possibility.
I had the pleasure of an encounter with a Plutonian Butterfly and that experience forever changed me. 🧡