The surface of our history, my love, where your moon murmurings are my teardrops that time will never pull from your voice. Even when my eyelids are too heavy to lift for a beautiful sunrise. They will rise to the color of your eyes without effort to count the threads of our pillows and sheets that cannot unravel. Where we repeat unrepeatable knights to look at the color that the knight only has
Wow. That was so tender, so touching. That was beautiful. In fact, there is really nothing more to say. That was just absolutely beautiful
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:35
Stephen. This was so tender and beautiful and just reminded me of the very fortunate times I've had this kind of love in my life. And it just captured it so sweetly with a little air seduction there. I loved it
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
J Stout
@DarkMoonMusings · 0:29
Hey, Steven, thank you for sharing this other side of you. I've been fortunate to hear a lot of your poetry, but this is definitely a different side. Still tender, still thoughtful, still full of beautiful imagery. I think my favorite line is, I will address my armor of over mindfulness. Just absolutely beautiful