David Alan Royster

Sometimes I feel like a kid wanting nothing more than to squeeze you tight and call you mine.

And somewhere in my time with you, the crickets emerged as birds and the blackened hills found their hue. My eyes fell on you; I didn’t watch the sun move, but I felt the world turn all night.

My father, soft as rainclouds, my mother, hard as hail, prepared me to take the world by storm.

Crack me open and get drunk on the contents of my spirit. Warning: consuming too much may have permanent effects.

If you can’t hurt with me, don’t flirt with me.

It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.

Provided that he only broke you into pieces, you still have it all, like a pizza in slices, every. bite, delicious. You may not feel whole, but you are no less because of a feeling.

Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

What’s the difference?’ I asked him, ‘Between the love of your life and your soulmate?’ ‘One is a choice, and one is not.’

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

We are asleep until we fall in Love!

My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect.

Love – THE FEELING – is a fruit of love, the verb.

The moonlight melts into lace across your thighs. Unbridled passion, an Elliott Smith vinyl, and the intimate place of you.

When I told you I wasn’t in love, I lied.

I never thought love could be so deep, so wide, so open, so full, so elevating! Such a teacher! Thank you for teaching me, growing me, deepening me!!

And somewhere in my time with you, the crickets emerged as birds and the blackened hills found their hue. My eyes fell on you; I didn’t watch the sun move, but I felt the world turn all night.

I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.

We may tell ourselves that love is not really available. But the deeper truth is that we don’t entirely trust it, and therefore have a hard time fully opening to it or letting it all the way into us. This disconnects us from our own heart, exacerbating our sense of love’s scarcity.