We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.”
— Kahlil Gibran

I believe this. I think it’s why I try to find beauty in everything.

Tonight I am sleepless and sad.

But what I hear are the song of the crickets.
So loud it slips through my closed window.
I know there are trees outside hovering
in a protective stance over this house I am in.
And I can feel the steady beat
of my heart and know it still beats for you.

And if I am very still
I can hear you whisper Good Girl
as you part my thighs.

And all of existence is made beautiful by two lover’s sighs.


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