eric-m-petit:

I’ve never been so strong as when I heard your love singing in the leaves,
My coal black spirit never sparkled half this bright,
The stars crowded round to look with lust at all this light,

Eric M. Petit

http://petitgrex.wix.com/the-story-of-us#!feel-the-burning-embers/c1r1d

eric-m-petit:

I will work upon you what the wind works upon the wing,
I will lift you, make you to fly upon the sky of me,
A falcon sailing waves of air, crests of clouded foam,
Dive with me, my love, turn and wheel, I will lift and catch you,

Eric M. Petit

http://petitgrex.wix.com/the-story-of-us#!i-will-lift-and-catch-you/cm9b

eric-m-petit:

I’ve been a tree dreaming of the feel of running,
I’ve been a smooth river dreaming that I could fly.
One day I woke from the dark dreams of roots and earth,
One day I woke from the soft dreams of stones and wild rushing.
I can never be a tree again, not with these legs,
I will never lie smooth against the embrace of cold stones and mud.

Eric M. Petit

http://petitgrex.wix.com/the-story-of-us#!i-will-run-and-fly/czjz

eric-m-petit:

I keep thinking to find you there on a blanket in the sunshine,
Or in the market with your basket.
I want to place my arms about your middle,
Startle you with my hands, my lips.
I want to drink the wine of you in the afternoon light,
Drink the sweet, red wine of you until our lips are red,

darshanapathak:

Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

thecutestofthecute:

jaclcfrost:

i hope that, wherever my hair ties go, they’re happy. that’s all that matters

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eric-m-petit:

I tilted your chin to meet my eyes, my lips.
You tasted like warm honey and lightning,
You tasted like yellow sunshine and red fire.

Eric M. Petit

eric-m-petit:

To her it was as if a million sunbeams had suddenly flared in her spirit,
The warmth steadily radiating outward from her middle into every part,
It was then she read his name written deep in her heart lying hidden in the leaves,
It was then she knew she loved him, it was then she gave him everything.”

Eric M. Petit

eric-m-petit:

She was the color and the fire, she was the red passion and blossoms,
Standing open on the mountain side dripping nectar in the brilliant sunshine, She was the cool water falling down from the rocks, filling his heart like laughter,
She was the wind which made his peaked and foam crested waves,
Or calmed him to smooth stillness and peace like soft glass,

Eric M. Petit



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