poetry

of those places…

of those romantic getaways. sex on the beach, rustic cabins. all those sunsets and sunrises. beautiful places, exotic dances. setting sail upon the waves, or a cool mountain breeze. singing songs of love, to fill the air. it all sounds good to me. but i hope it’s not those places. i have to travel… to become closer, to the one i love. because love takes me places, without a single physical movement. like laying on the couch. resting my thoughts of a long day. within the heartbeats, echoing upon my skin. of a soul, at home with mine.
-joshua ryan stewart

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