Eve Annajane Writes, LLC

i have done this all before.

i have lived twice in this moment

when you look at someone and know

you were meant to meet them,

to love them,

and it nearly destroyed me the first time.

but here,

there is no fear.

no storm clouds gather over

this meeting of tides. instead,

waves crash gently along the shore,

sending salt mist columns high

to meet dappled clouds.

angels and cupids fly through this

veranda, winged on quiet laughter

and the pulse of a gentle touch

on broken skin (the triumph of venus).

this quiet castle hums lowly in

the tones of paradise.

i learned love once,

and unlearned it all.

teach me again,

gentle