There are cold grey mornings locked between sunny clear skies. These days you never know what you’re gonna wake up to. Ruby says she knows who can predict the weather.
There are moments of tenderness that pass in blindness. But not unfelt. Never without feeling, somewhere inside. Like when he makes my coffee, first, with soy milk. Or reaches out with warm sleepy hands underneath the sheets. And that breath before the kiss, in a moment of knowing you are seen.
How is it that our chest holds tears? And skin remembers touch? How does longing ache so deeply within while delicately stroking each G-d given freckle and beautiful fold?
Have you ever trusted, and let it all in?
And then let it go?
It’s only ever half past the point of no return.
~with swirling love, jrbGlitter In the Air, Pink
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don’t care? It’s only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way? Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you’re not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside? It’s only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee, calling me sugar
You called me sugar Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself
Will it ever get better than tonight? Tonight