There are days where nothing is what you think. When everything falls and shatters. Nothing remains whole. The heart splashes to the ground. Shattering rather than splatting. It is dried from the burden of pain. Breaking to many pieces. Going in every direction. Repair seems likely impossible. When Life is breathed into it. It's now malleable. Allowing it to fall, splatter, and stretch. Never breaking again... - Ruptes
I can wake in pain, back, legs, hip something extraordinary Opening the eyes seeing you brings joy Hearing you causes a dance what pain did I say? there is nothing to feel here just the joy of your voice the beauty of your face. - Ruptes
There is a calling card. It never expires.
One that I use constantly. Because I need.
A relationship with You, requires a me.
To use the calling card to speak to You.Ruptes
bring closer, the emotions from your eyes, with the look you give, the way you touch with them, sometimes how you bind with them, captive anyone, with how captivating. bring closer, the emotions of your lips, to lips, the way it shows how you want to kiss, softly and gently, please. bring closer, the smoothness of your skin, where it's smooth cotton, ready to be of service to the wounds, on a way to repair a heart, love as the anecdote, to mend and cure. bring closer, your soul, to combine together, making a moment of masterpiece, between two, you and who?
The wind comes and goes, Over there and here. It dances in the air. The streets, and the open space. Everything's a dance floor. Coming close to you and whisper. The words, and sounds of happiness. As it smiles and laughs, In the enjoyment of time, Wouldn't it be wonderful? If we, Laughed, danced, and enjoyed life. Like the wind? Dancing in the open, Regardless who hears, See it Lambada with the leafs, Or feel it, as it slightly dances pass you. \Ruptes