Tom

We can make love in those fields while dancing in the fullness of our own unique humanity.

I wonder aloud about how crazy I am. With each blink of my eye her image appears, and with each renewal of sight I feel the urges born in the softness of her touch, the […]

Fascination is born in the simplest places. There, memories fade when bodies touch and fires meet, and in the truest space desire melts as two people answer the call they shouted to one another an eternity before.

Love, sometimes it’s the ax, sometimes it’s the tree, and others it’s the hand the wields or embraces either.

I’ve heard it before, but it has been so long that the sound is not a familiar one. In a swirl of clichéd verses shouted down my spine like a waterfall of déjà vu moments, […]

Here I find I would rather be nowhere else. Here I am in amazement, bewildered by my own sense of truth mixing with hers, sensing something real in the illusions we share. I can either surrender to this journey or run from it. My legs decide they can’t move, my mind decides it is safe, and my heart decides that it is exactly where it wants to be. The white flag is raised in the most wonderful way possible.

That’s true love. That’s pure honesty at its best.

Why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you tell me what is wrong?, she asked.

Because I love you, he responded.