JL THOMAS

“On breaking from our impromptu kiss I found myself saying, “I’ll never let you go, Helena.” And I was stripped back a layer of my defence when she replied, “And I will never let you let me go.”

© JL Thomas 2019”
― JL THOMAS

“Becoming a father increased my capacity for love, to love and to be loved. When I fell hook, line and sinker for Helena, I would never have believed that I would be able to give, that I could even consider sharing a single fragment of my heart with another- only her, but as I sit here in the rocking chair and a serene calmness surrounds me, I gaze down upon our four day old twins, Athos and Lucy. While I cradle these tiny little miracles of life in the crook of my arms, another level of love expands within the four chambers of my heart. Everything that once created my tumultuous past has paled into insignificance, and at last I finally feel as if I am not just systematically breathing in oxygen but that I am alive in the truest sense of the word. © J.L. Thomas 2019”
― Jl Thomas

“When we finally release from our first kiss of the day, as the sweet taste of Helena’s mouth lingers on my tongue, I am left inebriated from not only the soft touch of her lips but also the warmth of her tongue as it danced around mine. I feel as if I have been sipping on the finest of champagnes and the bubbles have gone straight to my head. I open my eyes and the vision beneath me is a true beauty to wake up to. I gaze down upon her and as she beams me the most beautiful smile a multitude of harmonious new sensations surge through my veins. At an alarming rate they flow freely and as they reach my heart and pierce my soul, without any warning, I find myself free-falling into her encompassing aura. She looks up at me and sweetly asks, “Are you alright, Darius? You seem to be somewhere else.” I roll onto my side, rest on my elbow and cradle my cheek in the palm of my hand. “I am, baby. Do you think you find me?”

... She creases a little worried frown and tells me that she’s confused and she’s not sure if she can. I smile at her, give a little chuckle and reassure, “Don’t worry, I’ll find me.” She manages a half-smile so I slowly start to trace the outline of her heart with my finger. I press lightly into the centre of the invisible template drawn and whisper to her that I am hiding somewhere inside the precious place that is nesting beneath her blood and bones. I am in fact dwelling in her heart and I always will be. ©JL Thomas 2017”
― Jl Thomas

“... CONSEQUENCES OF LOVE." FLAT-LINE - LUCIAN OXLEY © JL Thomas 2019

Lucian Oxley - “A few years after my wife passed, it became apparent to me that I needed physical loving just like anyone else, but currently I have no desire to let cupid fire, and therefore I will not allow my heart to be accessible to another.

I will not let myself be foolishly spiralled into the emotional side of love – Could the latter be preventable? Could I work out a way to separate the physical and mental consequences of love?

If I could, would it be possible to live one without the other?

Would it?"  © JL Thomas 2019”
― Jl Thomas