Language Barriers

Why is this how you interact with me?

Do you see me?

Do you even know me?

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The kind words that go unspoken

leave my heart longing

for recognition.

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It pains me to not hear

what I know you feel.

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When you give me things

it’s not the same

as when you spend

time with me.

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I see you talking your own language-

keeping the house clean,

cooking dinner for me,

and keeping the cats alive.

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I see these things but

they are not deeply felt in my heart.

It’s because my own predisposition to love.

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The way you speak to me,

of love and comfort,

of companionship and loyalty,

of trust and faith…

with actions of love,

does not resonate as well

as when spoken in my own language.

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But slowly I am learning yours

so I can feel love

and speak to you how you understand.

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

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Serendipity

Luck?

What is it to me?

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Some call it serendipity,

but to me it’s nothing but make believe.

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Nothing in life happens by accident or luck.

It’s the following a good idea that struck;

struck a chord of the heart

or intuition per say

and keeps your energy flowing all day.

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Serependipity does not happen to me,

I create the good fortune in my life.

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

Long Distance… Waiting

Dancing around these waves of space

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Patiently waiting

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Keeping in pace

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In pace with

you heart,

my heart

…. the start

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The start of us,

the start of something new

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Something grand

… the great unfolding of hands

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The new sacred dance

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The dance of two

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The dance of me and you

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And our hearts ever staying true

As we do what we must do

until the moment comes,

when we see our plans through

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And we find forever,

for just me and you.

 

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Conjugation

I don’t want to wait

to take you on a date

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and miss my chance

to dance, with you…

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Along the stars of the Milky Way,

the lights take us away

to another head space

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Here is where

I consummate my lustful whoa’s

as we twirl increasingly slow…

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Let the magic

take us over

and constellate,

all the flesh to satiate.

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In this deliberate

conjugation

there is a

procreation…

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A tessellation

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Mountains of you, Oceans of me

The mountains of you

collide into oceans of me.

 

Under the deep velvet sky,

my heart pours itself

into your valley of a heart.

 

You absorb me like the desert,

during a downpour and after a drought.

I’ve been thirsting for you

and you’ve thirsted for me too.

 

Thirsted for my sweet sensations and delicate curves.

I’ve thirsted for your strong power,

that brings me home

with the command of your touch… your kiss.

 

The mountains of you,

colliding into oceans of me.

 

All the universe is being created,

as you dance your trees in my breeze.

While the universe inside of me

surrendered to the magic we created in the dark.

Unveiling our light… the beauty in the insane.

Turning moans inside out, bodies cry.

 

The mountains of you, 

collide into oceans of me

under a star sparkling sky.

 

 

 

Spin, Spin, Your love for me.

The magnitude of a relationship,

should not be measured in decibels.

It should be measured in counts.

 

In counts of moments,

overcome and achieved.

In counts of hearts,

warmed and stretched thin.

In counts of patience,

consumed over the years.

 

Gratitude in a relationship is explored

when the faithful stay rooted.

 

The faithful bundle their hearts together,

to protect from the bitter, cold world.

The faithfully committed use their time

to cover and completely envelop

the hearts of their lovers.

 

A magician, of time and hearts,

devours the abundance

gifted in a sweet breath,

a loving kiss.

 

No hollow words,

no hollow hearts.

 

The devouring of affection,

ends with a caress.