I crave that
magical
wanderlust
love that
you gave me
in a dream.

our lips
dancing
as we wave
between the sheets
of our desire.

drip
drop
tick
tock
****

this is wonderful
counting the beats
of our hearts’ palpitations
as we enter
the threshold of
pure ecstasy

our bodies
colliding into
one being.


my body
fine-dipped
like honey
on your lips.


then I woke up.
with the thought of you on my mind.

I
Was
Asked
To
Write
The
Saddest
Story
Ever
Written
So
This
Is
What I
Wrote:
My soul died without knowing Jesus.

all she wanted was a sign that
life had not forgotten her
But all she had were the shackles
of her demons resting on her
pillow as she slept.

don’t pretend you can’t feel my heart
pounding through my shirt.
don’t pretend like you don’t know that
I tremble every time you’re near me.

I pretend that you’re just a friend
but you’re the ecstasy that runs
through my veins.
and I can’t pretend that
I don’t love you.

You taught me to dance in the storm
even when I couldn’t feel sunshine approaching
and in the chaos of my heart,
You calmed the waves within.
and I kept dancing wildly with You beside me.

I painted my love for You on a page
each word unraveling
the beauty of Your character.
each letter carefully orchestrating the
promise You made.

You painted Your love for me on a cross
each nail revealing
the depths of Your love.
and I know You are for me.
Your promise redeemed me
even in my darkest hour.

Forever it will be
You and me.