Even the sun burns on fuel

I see alot of articles and media which reference the last first kiss. Last person you’ll ever sleep with. Last person you’ll wake up next to.
And that shit is all wrong.

Every kiss is a first kiss. Every person you wake next to is a different person. Every person you fall asleep cuddled with is a different petson.

This thought that your partner will stop growing and changing is utter nonsense. And expecting them to be flash frozen in amber is detrimental to a long term relationship.

And the simplest way to keep the magic alive is to keep persuing them as if each change is a new person. That each day is another day to fall in love.

Because long term relationships are about choosing every day. And taking that for granted is the quickest way to lose them.

It’s a lazy click baity idea. And it needs to die.

Flush of spring

Heat seeps into my bones and imagine it to be the heat of your body

Your words send electric tingles down my spine and I imagine this as your touch

We are a thing of the mind, desiring the taste of each other’s body

I would hear your voice that I may know the deftness of your tongue.

At all times, in all places, in every imagining, I want you. I promise, you’ll be mine, be treasured and will never be bored.

Poem

When my partner is weak, I am strong.
When strong, I am weak.
I flow like air, like water, seemingly flighty, changeable.
Hard and unknowable, emotional and over sharing.
My strengths are weakness, weakness strength. The surface is moving, but the deep currents pull strongly.
Come, dance in my wake
Or pull even
Dance together, side by side as the world trembles