In a living situation, I’ll want my own room, and for each of my loves to have their own room. Then we can each visit each other’s room. If the door is open, come on in. Closed doors, knock first. The dream idea is that everyone in the poly family living together had their own space, a bedroom, or a “tiny” house.
There are times I do not feel you belong as anything in my life. Times when you seem my oldest friend, the one I can talk to about anything. Times when there’s no way I can tell you anything.
Friends at least, if no longer partners going through life side by side.
in a deep whisper, “I can’t get close enough to you”
I want us to be soaked in heat and sweat, to have to move from the wall to the bed. To have to get a shower after, and to be in such a state that after cooling off we are curled up wrapped around each other and drift into sleep
to be a big part of each other’s life I need to see that I matter to him, that creating time for each other is something happening from both sides.
With everything we have each been through, we are still together. Stronger for having each other in our lives. Stronger together than apart.
Chilly dark forest