This morning I rose before the sun, 
Stretched slowly and yawned wide,
Then drove to the skate park,
knowing it would be empty this early. 
I skated, really skated, 
braver away from others' eyes. 
Others trickled in over the hours. 
Sitting, resting on the bleachers
A question from another,
"why is no one skating?"
I, confused, reply incredulously
"Why are YOU not skating?"
His explanation saddens me. 
He doesn't skate, 
is twenty years old,
and so feels it's too late. 
I'm 26, I tell him,
I just started and I'm terrible. 

It's true. 
I'm unsure of myself
and my form
       is
   off
but I'm trying. 
We have this one life,
one chance. 
Why would you not try
for something 
you've always wanted to do
or something you love?
You don't have to be good,
but ****, 
you do have to try.

Your words are glass that you keep spitting out at me
And they're ripping my skin to pieces
And your looks are grenades that you throw right at my face
And I'm picking shrapnel out of my hair
But I can't help myself
I've always liked the way you hurt me.

Loving you is easy, it took no effort at
     all
I loved you instantly, no choice in my
     fall.
The thing is, though, I feel I can only
     hope to be
the person you inexplicably see within
      me.
So you're teaching me to love myself,
     day by day.
And I'm learning that patience is the
     only way,
for complete acceptance of my own
     flaws may be slow
But true self-love is worth each ebb
     and every flow.

Times before I've looked at my own insides,
Delicately moved my own private sword across the flesh
And watched as I proved to myself I was still alive
Despite what I felt inside, I knew what I saw. 
Don't ever call me weak. 
Days before I've stared into the eyes of my tormentor
And pretended nothing was awry though I knew
I knew he'd prove my bravery false later that night
Don't ever call me weak. 
Before, I've dropped pills in my hand, watching them cascade as a waterfall
And let them slide down my throat by the hundreds
Knowing there would be no coming back after I laid down
Waiting for my gentle release
Don't ever call me weak. 
Times before I've walked the halls of school, 
hearing others complain but knowing that was my happy place
Because "home" held such worse torments
Don't ever call me weak. 
Days before I've medicated, taking in more than should have been possible
Knowing that at any moment I could be taken
But never stopping, only going back for more
Don't ever call me weak. 
Before, I've watched with hawk-eyes every morsel that passed my lips
Going days without sustenance 
But knowing it was worth it in the end
Because I had gained control over my life, finally. 
Don't ever call me weak. 
Don't you ever ******* call me weak.

We have that easy, lazy kind of love.
That sleep in late and wake up gently
     to morning kisses kind of love.
A love so simple and genuine
there's no effort involved at all, really.
                        It just is.
I knew from the very start
we were something special, baby,
when your slow smile reached out
to take hold of my heart,
no trying needed.
                       And we just were.
And now, now baby,
we have that beautiful love,
     that lazy kind of love.
And it's sitting together for
     a cup of morning coffee,
And little reminders of affection
     left for surprise.
It's the slow breath in
     after the content sigh
     following a deep kiss in the rain.
And never wanting to leave,
     always returning for
     just one more.
We have that easy love,
     the carefree kind of love.
                      And it just is.

Your control over me is insane.
Do you realize that the words you say
       jiggle round and round my brain,
pounding, pounding,
tearing at me from within
and I can't even begin to make it cease,
this tortuous game
from which there is no release.
pounding, pounding,
You really have no clue, do you?
how much your words affect me,
make me reflect on everything
and the effect is nonstop
pounding, pounding,
causing me to clomp to the brink while
struggling, trying not to sink deep
into the very emotions you cause
by attempting to stop them. The ironic
pounding, pounding,
of a few words, you have no idea
the consequence they bring
and suddenly I'm running,
bounding, bounding,
leaping willingly off the edge.

I slip,
and suddenly I'm underwater
gasping for air,
but my lungs are filled
with the spirits
I can't seem to exhale,
and there's no room
for the oxygen
I so desperately need.

I've fallen,
my brittle bones
cracked from the pressure
of trying to hold up
the demons on my back,
laughing as they press down.
I'll never be able
to stagger back up.

I'm dying,
torn from the inside,
my own voices
driving me to madness
from which there is no
possible escape.
help me, help me,
I don't want this fate.

I'm tired of feeling, bring back the
      numbness.
I'm fine, I promise.
Where do I put all these feelings when
     they overload my brain?
I've become one of those roadside
     ditches meant to catch the overflow
     of rain, except I'm flooded over.
I'm not okay.
I know how to seize control again
     though, with a stroke here and a
     stroke there.
I'm fine, I swear.
Don't worry baby, I've got this nifty
     little way of coping,
     it makes it all better.
I'm fine.  I'm fine.
I'm not okay.

I don't know how to quite fit
in this skin I've been given,
so I take my time to slowly
       oh so slowly
cut it open,
figuring that maybe
it just needs some adjusting.

Let me tell you the story of how I fell in love with all the little things you do.  Let me tell you how it started the night of our first car date, when you wouldn’t let me walk in the rain.  Let me tell you how grumpy I get without breakfast, and how you know that, so you’ll stop to buy me something if you know I went to work without any.  Let me also tell you how much it means when you cook me breakfast, and I get out of the shower and it’s done and waiting for me.  And let me tell you about when you tried so hard to make the magic toast your mom makes that I love, and you failed utterly, but how cute it was when I pictured your mom giving you that cooking lesson.  Let me tell you about your “good morning beautiful” texts and how I wait all morning for them, and they make me smile instantly every single time.  Let me also tell you about your support, and how much it means to have someone special always there cheering for me and my dreams, even when I’m not quite sure exactly what they are.  Let me tell you about how I hate both doing dishes and seeing them pile up, and when you did them for me that one morning I was so grateful.  And let me tell you how much I liked walking into the kitchen and seeing you there at the counter, because I got a glimpse of our future.  Let me tell you about the time you ran me a bubble bath and lit candles all around it and sat with me while I relaxed.  And let me tell you about the morning I left, thinking you were close behind me, but you stayed to hide little notes all over my house.  And let me tell you about finding those notes for a freaking month, and how each one made me smile and light up, a welcome reminder of your love.  Let me tell you about you washing my laundry on your day off, doing my chores when you should have been relaxing.  Let me also tell you, I’m not much of a flower-loving girl, but the evening I left work to find my favorite flowers sitting in my car was such a sweet surprise.  And let me tell you about when you dip me low and kiss me deeply, and how I’m kind of scared of falling but ****, is it romantic.  Let me tell you how I never know how to react when you start singing gushy songs to me because all I can do is blush-but baby, please don’t ever stop.  And let me tell you about the times I was oh so very sad and you put on music, took my hand, and slow danced with me until all I could possibly feel was loved.  Let me tell you how some of my favorite moments are in the car because you rest your hand gently on my leg as you drive.  And let me tell you about how I feel when we’re lying in bed wrapped around one another, legs like pretzels, and just as I’m drifting off I feel you caress my face, smooth my hair, and kiss me gently.  Let me tell you, I could go one forever about the little things you do, because I fall in love with you more every single day, with every little thing you do.

Let me tell you the story of how you showed me what it means to be part of a family.  Let me tell you how sometimes I joke that “hitting means love if it’s your family,” but I’m only actually half-joking, because that’s how I grew up.  Let me tell you how family has been for me in the past and how it meant people that would hurt you, betray you, abuse you, and destroy your very will to live.  Let me tell you about the nonexistent dad, the hateful stepdad, the cousin that liked hand jobs, and the uncle that came for me every night without fail.  Let me tell you that the abuse wasn’t just ******, and how that one time we got sent to the orphanage I was only upset because they took away my little sister.  Let me tell you about how I found a strange peace there.  And let me tell you how all the people I have loved most have died, and how I thought I was a curse so I stopped loving at all.  Let me tell you how weird it is to me to have parents calling to check up on you, and eating dinners together, and just having conversations.  Let me tell you how I look at y’all, confused as to how you can stand one another without the help of drugs.  Because let me tell you, that’s all that stopped the yelling and punching and hate at my house.  But let me tell you about how y’all seem to genuinely care for one another.  And let me tell you how much it makes me want to cry to be enveloped within this family.  Let me tell you about the time your mom told me she loves me and I didn’t know how to respond, because my mom and I only traded hate.  But let me also tell you about how I started saying it back, and mean it.  And let me tell you about my 26th birthday, when your family threw me my very first birthday party, with cake and ice cream and presents, and I didn’t know how to react to such an outpouring of love, or how to begin to show how thankful I was.  Let me tell you about y’all planning a trip six months away and inviting me.  Let me tell you how much it means, not only to be invited on a family trip, but to be accepted so much that it’s just assumed I’ll still be around then.  Because let me tell you, I live in fear of losing you.  And let me tell you about the time you almost gave me a heart attack by asking if I’d be okay with your niece calling me “Aunt Amber,” because part of me is still scared of getting that close.  Let me also tell you how my heart clenched when your mom told me your niece threw away your high school dance pictures because I’m not in them.  So let me just tell you how I cry happy tears now, knowing I am part of a real family.

Let me tell you a story about the time you walked me out of work, and how it changed the course of our lives.  Let me explain how wiggly my insides felt to have you walking beside me.  And let me tell you how I slowed my pace the closer we got to my car, trying not to be obvious.  Let me tell you about us standing there, talking face-to-face outside of work for the first time ever, and how good and natural it felt.  And let me tell you, time passed so quickly then, and the drizzle started turning to rain but I still didn’t want to go.  So let me tell you about how I got courageous again, and asked if you wanted to go sit and talk in your car.  Let me tell you how happy I was when you said yes, and how I’ve never been so thankful for rain.  Let me tell you about our first of many “car dates,” when we just sat and talked.  And let me tell you how it became clear very quickly that we are a natural fit.  Because, let me tell you, I was so nervous that I’d be too quiet and we’d have nothing to say and it would become the bad awkward.  But let me tell you how that didn’t happen, and we sat for hours in conversation.  Let me tell you about our goodbye and how it was getting late because time had become nonexistent with you.  And let me tell you about how you drove me back to my car because you didn’t want me walking in the rain, and I was so taken by how sweet you were.  Let me tell you about how I was unsure of what to do, because we had hugged many times before, but honestly, I’d spent the whole evening wanting to sample your lips.  But let me tell you, I’m not the one to make a move like that, so I just went for a hug as usual.  And let me tell you how disappointed I was in myself.  So let me tell you how I turned back, determined to kiss you, but quickly lost every nerve I had, and so started to settle for a second hug, this time adding the quickest kiss on your cheek.  But let me also tell you how that somehow brought back the bravery, and I went for the kiss I truly desired.  And let me tell you, baby, I’ll never know how I got the courage to kiss you first, but **** am I glad I did.  Because, let me tell you, that kiss became one of the most pivotal moments in my life, and made me believe there was something worth living for.  Let me tell you how your kiss saved my life.

Let me tell you the story of how both of us had problems sleeping, but once we started texting, the darkness didn’t seem so long and lonely.  Let me tell you how I would stay up until mere hours before work or sometimes all through the night, not being able to sleep and not really wanting to.  Let me tell you about how going to sleep meant facing the disappointment of waking up again the next morning.  But let me tell you, baby, how I loved learning about you and how we traded questions to get to know one another.  Let me tell you about the one time we talked on the phone until you fell asleep, and I just sat there for a minute and listened to you, then whispered oh so quietly, “I love you” before hanging up.  Let me tell you about the time you told me that you’d never looked forward to texts so much in your life, and how I felt the exact same way.

Let me tell you the story of how you brought out the bravery hidden deep within me.  Let me tell you how I’m so shy and reserved that people can know me for years and never know anything about me.  But let me also tell you how I summoned every wisp of courage-like emotion within me each and every time I spoke to you, so scared was I of my feelings not being reciprocated.  And let me tell you how I hid nothing, for I wanted you terribly, but I wanted you to like me only if you knew the true me.  Let me tell you about how impatiently I waited for you to make a move, until I couldn’t take it a moment longer.  And let me tell you too about being determined, so I left my number for you to find-sick of waiting for you to ask for it, but also wanting to give you the choice of whether or not to use it.  And let me tell you about later that day, when I asked you if you liked me, and how I thought I would faint, but I just had to know.  Let me tell you how my heart dropped when you answered that you needed to get to know me better, for I had already bared so much of myself.  But let me tell you about the hope you had given me, because you had come to my work area to talk, as well as texted me to give me your number.  Let me tell you how out of character all of this was for me-someone who didn’t talk to people, much less put myself out there to be rejected.  But let me tell you too how I used this newfound courage to call you for the first time that night.  And let me tell you about how I smiled instead of cried the entire ride home, for the first time in a very long time.

Let me tell you the story of how we slowly began to learn about one another in stolen moments of rushed conversation.  Let me tell you how bad you were for my work ethic, because I would find reasons to escape my area just to “happen” by yours.  And let me tell you how disappointed I was whenever you weren’t there.  Let me tell you about how happy I was when I discovered we have the same ******-up sense of humor, and how I loved that we could be awkward together without it being awkward at all.  Let me tell you about us discussing music and bands and the one time you walked up behind me and asked me a question about my taste in music and honestly, to this very day, that moment still takes my breath away because my whole world just stopped.  And let me tell you how, in that moment, I knew-oh baby, did I know, that I had fallen harder than I ever thought possible.  Let me tell you how you made me feel that romantic movie moment when I had called it all ******* before.  Let me tell you how my days began to revolve around sneaking in quick bits of conversation with you, and how everyone around us began to see I was falling hopelessly in love with you-more and more every day.

Let me tell you the story of our serendipitous meeting, when we had been working not too far from each other for months but only just met.  Let me tell you about how I was slacking off because I was bored of work, and tired of life in general.  Let me tell you about how meeting you literally saved my life, for I had already made the plans and set the groundwork-my decision made long before and solidified more every day.  Let me tell you about how you walked up oh so casually as I was talking to a mutual friend.  And baby, let me tell you how I thought you were pretty freaking cute, and how I was so nervous and excited when you joined in our conversation.  But let me tell you also how I showed myself to you from that very first meeting and you accepted all of me wholeheartedly.  Because, let me tell you, I was at my very worst in those moments.  And let me tell you how I walked away from that meeting with a genuine smile on my face, the first in years.

We all come from broken homes.
In our own way we are each 
shattered pieces. 
Remember though,
mosaics are made 
from broken pieces
and they are still works of art. 
The key, I think,
is to find the artist
who can help you
fit your fragments together
into the masterpiece
you are meant to be.

My being aches for the rhythmic caress of your chest pressing solidly against mine in that most intimate of dances.

On occasion I'll look over
only to find you already gazing
right back at me.

"What are you looking at?"
                                 I'll question,
getting shy under your gaze,
afraid your scrutiny will unveil
all the flaws I hope you never see.

You always say something most
flattering in return, such as,
          "only the most beautiful girl
                       in all the world."

And sometimes,
                 sometimes,
you'll ask me,
                "why are you so beautiful?"
And I always,
                always
reply back,
               "for you, sir."

And it's true, for you see,
       it seems I have fallen
                quite
         madly
                      in
             love
                with you, my sir.

I've searched for the meaning of life,
oh darling, have I searched. 
Years have passed as I've tried
every method I could find,
                                                             little
things and large gestures of
madness meant to bring about
some iota of worth. Ah, darling, I
                                                               did
everything I thought could sponsor
happiness. I searched for significance
in the bottoms of bottles, though all
                                                                    I 
ever found there was yet more
emptiness. That didn't keep me from
trying over and again. I wanted to
                                                           know
that my life was important, but
felt ever more worthless the more
I searched. Every approach
                                                                 I'd
attempted brought me ever closer
to nothingness. In searching for 
the true essence of life instead I'd 
                                                              find
inconsequence, meaninglessness. 
Oh, but I tried, darling. I sought
out every drug I could, trying
to free my mind from itself. But
                                                                   it
never succeeded. No matter how
many formulated chemicals 
slid down my throat or up my nose,
I only became momentarily numb. 
None brought any true peace to
my life, took me even a bit closer 
                                                                  in
my quest for value. Determined,
I decided I would cut the meaning
out, bleed it from myself. Digging
deep within my veins brought me
                                                                   a
convenient comfort, but even that
was short-lived. Oh darling, did
I tire of searching. You see, I 
had given up my crusade until
that moment, darling, I saw you
                                                           smile.

I never know quite what to say
when people ask about you.
"Tell me about this new guy,"
they'll ****, curious as to who
has brought about this change in me. 

But how do I explain you to them?
Do I tell them you're the most
flawless amalgamation of parts
I've ever witnessed? That my soul 
recognized yours within seconds
and I was comfortable enough
to let you sew me back whole again?

I can't describe you adequately,
but I can guess that they see,
can tell by the change in me,
that baby, you're perfect for me.

I'm tired of feeling pulled 
in ten different directions 
by all these expectations 
and never knowing just
who I'm supposed to listen to. 
I want to live for myself
and make my own decisions,
but I've never really risen
to the occasion when it counted. 
What I am good at, though,
is letting myself be controlled
by the wishes of others. 
I guess I'm just inadequate,
my efforts never suffice
when I'm left to my own devices.

I stand in the Garden of Evil
Grinning in satisfaction
That you have to be with me
Though I hear your silent pleas
Staring in to those eyes
Soundless screams evokes
From within a place deep.
I watch the scars form
Visible remnants of my sin
But still I refuse to let go
And give you the peace I seek.
The blackness rising up
Inside us and around our bodies
I grin again, the malice in it
Reaching my eye
As you stare at me, gaping
Begging me to let this end.
I stop it all, give you breath
Deceit slowly filling my bone
Mysterious malignancy
I feel my internal grimace
Only to feel it rise again
My true evil reflecting in your eyes.
I could set you free, easily
But the darkness has taken me
Shivering in its clutches
I do its evil bidding
Not caring that it is you I hurt.
Lashing out with power,
The ability to destroy
Swirling ash envelops us
This time your screams are clear
Audible, and I sense fear.
We both fear who I am now
Too far gone to realize
The struggle has ended
Within my gleeful soul I dance
The darkness will commence.

I'm uncomfortable with everything,
lying here on your floor
at four in the morning
     in my world of blah. 
I've been awake for hours,
listening to your sounds…
     the breaths in
                     and out. 
And I just want to cuddle up,
push my back against your chest
     and feel my head rest 
     in its rightful place. 
But there's no room for me. 
     …story of my life.

You said I broke your heart
     when I decided to leave,
but baby you broke mine
     every single day I stayed.
I couldn't stand by
     watching as you sat there,
     your soul collecting dust.
I'd beg you for more, to BE more,
     but my pleas went unnoticed.
So I cried silently to myself,
     crimson tears
     leaking from my veins.
And now,
     now that I've finally gone,
you've awakened to shudder
     off that layer of dust.
Tell me, baby,
     how could I be the one
     to break your heart
when I was obviously
     so irrelevant
     to your motivations.
Tell me, baby,
     why you didn't notice me
     bleeding, begging
     for your attention.
Tell me, baby,
     why was I not enough?

Have you ever met a stranger
       and known them instantly?
Because baby,
       that's how I feel about you.
That serendipitous meeting
       was actually a long time coming,
       dear.
Because baby,
       I think our souls danced
       many times before our eyes
       chanced upon one another.
Escaping away
     to take solar strolls
         and traipse along the moon,
                   dancing within the stars
                                                     together.
And baby,
       our fortuitous discovery
       of each other wasn't chance at all,
but the opportunity for our souls
       to rejoice in puerile glee
       knowing their person had finally
       found their soul's one true match.

Forgive my hands
for their wandering ways. 
It's simply that I could spend
the rest of my days
exploring every part of you. 
Running my fingertips
gently across your skin
just to feel the sensation 
of you over and again.

Dear god, man
do you have any idea
what one of your winks does to me?

My heart flutters,
a butterfly freed from its cage
and I'm left breathless,
chasing after it
as it soars away.

I can catch it sometimes,
calm my breath and the beating-
but you always, always
free it all over again
as soon as you wink once more.

If you could possibly count
the number of stars that spatter
themselves across the nighttime sky,
perhaps then you might know
the number of days
I'd like to spend with you. 

Tell me, would you mind very much
if I asked you to share tomorrow
with me, and each and every
tomorrow after that?

Come closer to me, my dear,
I beckon to you gently…
advance without any fear
ever so very slowly…

A smile creeps onto my face
because I see the hesitation
with each step you place
closer to where I stand.

I shine brightly, seemingly sweet,
though I can tell you aren't fooled,
you can smell my deceit
coming through this façade.

My nefarious intent is
no longer hidden as you close in.
I laugh, my malevolence evident as
the sound wraps around you.

So come closer dear, and give me a kiss
Pay not any attention
to the poisonous taste of my lips.
You'll feel better soon, my dear.

The most dangerous place
in the world
is alone with my thoughts.
Inside every person
is a completely unique
universe, of which they
are the sole ruler,
                       dictator,
                                 GOD.
Are you a benevolent leader?

                Me, I am a tortuous murderer,
                                     laying waste to all
                           good thoughts that dare
                                        try to enter here.
                          You cannot run from the
                                  voices in your head,
                          can't escape the monster
                         once it's wormed its way
                              inside your very flesh.

I'm
         nowhere near perfect, and neither
         are you. You're quite a bit
         ridiculous, not usually serious,
         and addicted to your phone. I'm
         clumsy, unsure of myself to a
         fault, and my moods move faster
         than the minute hand on a clock.
         We're both a bit messy and goofy
         and ignorant of the weirdest
         things (like funnel cakes and the
         complicated workings of window
         blinds) but while we're on this
         ride with each other,
in
         this whole screamer of a carnival
         ride together, it works. You even
         out my moods and I'll force your
         attention to the real world and
         we'll help clean up the mess that
         we each have become over the
         years. You inspire me to be brave
         and we're seeing the world anew.
         In falling in
love
         with each other we fell in love
         with the very concept of life. A
         subtle change that made all the
         difference. I know nothing of
         what souls are made of, or indeed
         if they are truly even real. I've
         also never been a believer in
         soulmates, destiny, fate, or
         whatever you want to call it. I
         still don't know what I believe,
         but I know that when I'm
with
         you, sir, I believe in us. Our long
         serious talks, goofing off so that
         I'm laughing until I can't breathe,
         the way you look at me and I'm
         more sure of your love than the
         very fact that the sun will rise
         again tomorrow. I'd stay with you
         forever for these prize jewels, no
         matter what the rest of our lives
         hold. We're messy and imperfect,
         but to me
our
         journey together is the greatest
         novel ever written. I love that
         we're sharing so many firsts-not
         just in our relationship, but in our
         lives. Exploring the world with
         you is my all-time favorite
         adventure. I could never have
         imagined how quickly I would
         fall for you, but I'm never
         looking back. We fit together so
         exquisitely, cut from the same
         pattern, and I know that this is
         the kind of
love
         that is searched for, written about,
         and that makes hearts ache with
         longing. We've been lucky
         enough to find it, and I can tell
         because when we kiss,
         I taste forever on your lips.

I know I caught you 
quite by surprise
when I looked at you
and you knew…
         oh man, you knew
by the look in my eyes
that the talk we were
about to have was in fact
        THE TALK.
I never meant to blow
your mind in the worst
possible way, and I know
this news is a land mine 
seemingly coming from
nowhere. Trust me, I don't 
make this decision lightly,
but I simply must take my leave 
of you, and do it 
right
this 
second. 
Please, 
       oh please, 
believe me when I say that
I'm trying to show you how
to seize control of your own life,
not trying to wreck it. And 
right now I'm going to 
lead by example, so I'll have to
say my most sincere apology
and my last goodbye here.

Terrified
                   of taking this chance
                   and letting you see
                   just how jagged every
                   little piece
of
                  me is.  Broken, all my
                  scattered portions flutter
                  away until I'm no
                  longer sure of just
what
                  picture they used to
                  complete.  And you come
                  along, strolling oh-so-
                  casually to retrieve
this
                  piece and that piece,
                  fitting them in their
                  rightful places again.
                  Each snugly put in with a
love
                  I never imagined could
                  exist in reality. So tell me
                  why, when I so clearly see
                  your pure intentions, why
can
                  I not just accept it all?
                  Instead I wonder, second-
                  guess, and contemplate
                  running.  Can I ever just
be...

The whisper of my skin as it crosses yours
The sigh deep within as I nestle up to your side,
       trying to get closer than is even possible...
A kiss, gently settled upon my forehead,
       a gift left there, forever branded on my skin.

I take none of these moments for granted,
     but savor each of them,
                           draw them in,
                                        taste them,
Swirl their essence around like the finest of wines.
And as I nuzzle ever closer,
                                               forever closer,
I look up into your eyes,
knowing with certainty that I have found peace
                         in the whispers between our skin.

I snuggle up closer,
                      ever closer,
trying to close the centimeters 
between our bodies,
Breathing in your energy,
Let me sink into the essence of you.

I am a tempest,
     the most violent of
     winds whipping around
     without concern for any
     who surround me. 

I am a volcano,
     the lava of my emotions 
     exploding up and over
     to seep throughout
     every nook and crevice. 

I am a typhoon,
     my gale force winds
     showing mercy to
     neither sea nor land as
     I rip-roar over it all. 


And you…
     you are the halcyon tranquility
     I've been searching for
     all along, the serenity needed 
     to calm my frenzied turbulence
     with but a stroke of your lips,
     leaving me breathless and
     my winds settled at long last.

My sweetest dreams
are created from
the remnants of your kisses
lingering on my lips
as I slip into
the land of slumber.

                        I catch wisps of them
                        in the exquisiteness
                        of your eyes
                        upon my waking
                        when you press your lips
                        to mine once again.