To me, valentines day is most traditionally expressed by giving valentines, written expressions of love, appreciation and remembrance.

"40 Love Letters" by Jeanann Verlee:

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Some years I send out hundreds of art cards, sometimes I ( Read more... )

I think love is something you continue to share and explore, to do and live into, not something you build once and then kick around as if it were indestructible. It's the living it that makes it strong, like an aerialist that can rely on their ropes because they're always in the rigging, keeping it in order. They know (and love) their territory ( Read more... )

I miss you in incoherent dreams of an unknown land ( Read more... )

I went to the room inside where I have kept my passionate heart. I have not been there in some time, though I have walked by the door and leaned there in the darkness many a time. It felt strange to touch it again and hold it, but it has not suffered at all to have been separated from me. I have kept it safe, safe from who I was when I was not ( Read more... )

The thing is ( Read more... )

In that kiss
In that kiss would be everything
every willing passion,
every yes,
quivering at that
precipice of acknowledgment,
no time to notice the pounding heart
in the effortless breaking free and into,
we've always known
breath heavy and pouring out between,
we've always knownpassion heavy and pouring out around ( Read more... )

The last time I saw you ( Read more... )

Pointy european shoes ( Read more... )

A library. I lean against the stacks of treasure, reading. He approaches so quietly, barely a rustle of his clothing, barely a tap of his shoes on the carpet, like a counterpoint melody in a sidereal time signature to the sound of my pages moving through the air, turning. He sees me motionless but for turning pages and the rare nod of my eyelashes ( Read more... )

When I see him, I want to hold fast his hair between my fingers and kiss him deeply, mirror that again in pressing him against the wall, a doorframe, just trapped between a hard surface and my soft body, overwhelmed with the thought that there is nowhere to go but inside me, unable to breathe from the wanting, overwhelmed.