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Someone To Watch Over Me

I can barely remember when you became part of me,
but I feel you inside my heart every moment of every day.​
 
He doesn't lose complete patience when I don't understand what he is saying...
Even though it ought to be as clear as day...telling me I am not stupid
as I metaphorically kick myself for being dense and slow.​
He promises me..."this is fixable"
as my stomach ties in knots and I bite my lip so hard it bleeds.​
He worries for my safety even as he feels exasperated.
Returning to check on me and say goodnight every night...no matter what.

I never said I would be easy to understand, luv. Or a picnic all the time.
I do things I am not able to explain.
And in spite of it all...

Somehow...you find me beautiful in my complexity.
Badass in my stubbornness.
Adorable in my submission.

Thank you for watching over me, luv.
Thank you for risking loving me.
Thank you for being my partner on this journey.
I could ask for no better. I want no other.​
 
cascadiabound said:
He doesn't lose complete patience when I don't understand what he is saying...
Even though it ought to be as clear as day...telling me I am not stupid
as I metaphorically kick myself for being dense and slow.​
He promises me..."this is fixable"
as my stomach ties in knots and I bite my lip so hard it bleeds.​
He worries for my safety even as he feels exasperated.
Returning to check on me and say goodnight every night...no matter what.

I never said I would be easy to understand, luv. Or a picnic all the time.
I do things I am not able to explain.
And in spite of it all...

Somehow...you find me beautiful in my complexity.
Badass in my stubbornness.
Adorable in my submission.

Thank you for watching over me, luv.
Thank you for risking loving me.
Thank you for being my partner on this journey.
I could ask for no better. I want no other.​
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I have just been sucker punched! :heart: *thud*:heart:
 
I awake to the call of my garden, golden light streaming across the dewy grass and heathers. Walking among my growing friends, I check the condition of the soil (is it wet enough? Or too wet?) I feel leaves between my fingers as overhead the birds sing a morning song. The pleasant sound of moving water accompanies me as I take mental notes on which tomato plant needs to be tied up better, and branches I'd like to take my trimmers to.

It is a gentle summer practice. Pulling a weed as I pass by, noting where I should return with gloves and bucket to clear every last unwanted sprout.

Returning to you...the smell of coffee fills the air. And a love note is on the counter...a few sweet words in your familiar handwriting which warms my soul and makes me blush.

Padding through the house in bare feet I find you in your study, pulling up the news of the day, NPR playing in the background.

You look up and smile as I enter...

"Darling? Come walk with me in the garden?"


Come sit on the bench and drink coffee with me. Hold my hand and kiss me like we did not wake up together. Let us tend to each other like an attentive gardener loves his garden.

:heart:
 
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cascadiabound said:
I awake to the call of my garden, golden light streaming across the dewy grass and heathers. Walking among my growing friends, I check the condition of the soil (is it wet enough? Or too wet?) I feel leaves between my fingers as overhead the birds sing a morning song. The pleasant sound of moving water accompanies me as I take mental notes on which tomato plant needs to be tied up better, and branches I'd like to take my trimmers to.

It is a gentle summer practice. Pulling a weed as I pass by, noting where I should return with gloves and bucket to clear every last unwanted sprout.

Returning to you...the smell of coffee fills the air. And a love note is on the counter...a few sweet words in your familiar handwriting which warms my soul and makes me blush.

Padding through the house in bare feet I find you in your study, pulling up the news of the day, NPR playing in the background.

You look up and smile as I enter...

"Darling? Come walk with me in the garden?"


Come sit on the bench and drink coffee with me. Hold my hand and kiss me like we did not wake up together. Let us tend to each other like an attentive gardener loves his garden.

:heart:
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Birdsong fills the air

A gentle breeze streams our way

Filled with your presence
 
http://68.media.tumblr.com/45c32c10d2b3d6467a39b75c18255e83/tumblr_mlgrdyu20l1snvoq9o1_500.jpg
let me be your canvas
Where you spill your words
Marking me with quill and ink

Every letter binds me to you
Like a wizard's spell.

I ache to know what you are writing
But I dare not ask
Nor move a muscle
While you work...
The black ink transforming my skin
Into a kind of a garment.

Later...the gown you have me wear...
Is cut to reveal the canvas of your words...
And I become your book.
Displayed for all to see and read.

As you whisper,
"Stay still, pet.
Be a good girl for me
This is what I want.
My marked girl on display for all."​
 
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