as she nestled into the stubbled crook of his neck,
the prickle-bite tickle-scraping her forehead and the musky smell of wood and darkness hovering,
he spoke, low and flowing,
as if he had all the time in the world,
the words’ echoing in his chest tangible,
a reverberation of time itself against her cheek as he offered her a small, silvery sliver of his history,
of himself,
of love

and she realized in that moment –
everything is infinite if you have the patience

-image via Pinterest, original source unknown

18 thoughts on “Infinite

  1. I have a habit of revisiting poems I really love and this was one of them. Offering himself is so precious, it’s being open and honest and wanting to be present for whatever comes next. I fall in love again reading this and shared it with the one that also offers himself so unselfishly, he was impressed too, with your expression and understanding.

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    • Ohhh, wow, thank you! Iā€™m so happy you liked it and Iā€™m honored you shared it. I think offering of ourselves and allowing ourselves to be known is a very precious gift, and one of love! Love to you and yours, Gina. šŸ’œ

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