IWNHM/IWNHO: True Love

Sharp-eyed readers will likely recognize elements incorporated here from earlier incarnations. But this time I’ve got it. Really. I won’t fuss with them anymore. I mean it this time.

There is this ideal of the pair, the couple, this place that is real love- the gut level souls knitted together root that underpins the cartoonish happily-ever-after chestnut; something that doesn’t go all fucked up at some point. I believe it exists somewhere out there. I am terrible at it. But I like the idea.

…heat the kettle and smudge my lips.
You are a sleepy kiss between
my teacup and the day;
and the day is long and I
do not think often of you,
and there are when I return,
a few moments that are mine,
like forgotten wings, clean time
when I am linear and square,
and then I am glad that you are home
and there is time for chores and
time to hear your thoughts,
time for bathing and for laughing,
time to fit within your arms...

from Feverfew