the_love_that_grows_out_of_secrets raze shared and unshared, some held close, held tight, until knuckles bleed, others let go, scattered, careless crumbs left by hurried animals, a trail to be followed or feared, all magnified by two convex lenses so a quick intake of breath or the almost imperceptible movement of the hairs that stand at the edge of the eyelids become cataclysms, become earthquakes and floods, and in this there grows something we call intimacy. 150320 ... unhinged i hid myself from him, mostly because i was not ready to be vulnerable with anyone at the time. but i have come to realize my turtle instincts present themselves for very intuitive reasons. my intuition is pretty much always right. but there were good things about us, things that made both of us happy, even if it was more fleeting than i wanted it to be. i have pleasant memories to remind me, unmarred by current jealousy. fleeting yes it was but present all the same 150321 ... leif It's viscous--thick as it moves through my body. Merging lies with lust and heads shaking fearful of the words "I love you". And I do. I imagine myself supporting you through frustration and sadness; and I can see myself giving you hands that know to hold tighter when you pull away. But I'm afraid of growing weary of your quiet tongue. I'm afraid to suffer loneliness at the expense of your closed lips. My appetite for words is great--insatiable. How would you have me starve? 150321 ... leif Often ends with a secretly breaking heart... 150524 what's it to you? who go blather from