I held the palm of his hand
Upward to read the future.
Our future
I want to feel it filled with passions
and love that last forever.
Feelings that had
burned in me for the past
weeks we have been together.
You had all of me
unbridled
naked and wanton.
Doing things for you
that I could not
even tell my mother.
I could deny you nothing.
As my finger
traced our passion line.
it stopped abruptly.
it was so short
How long do we have?
I whispered
He looked seriously at me
We have to talk honey.

Sometimes
I write something that is good
Sometimes
I write something that really stinks
Still*
I write what is found in my thoughts

I want someone to walk into my life and save me from drowning. Because honestly I don't know how to swim.

a pair of
butterfly wings
then
a ripple
on a pond
when
i
look
inside of
my
own reflection
the
reflection of me

There's an old joke that goes,

"The Sun sees the earth and asks,

'How is it that she shines so?'

"

How do I anticipate a love like ours.
When you've become my morning sunshine.
And you've molded my desire irrevocably.
How do you spread me so thin and build me up all at once?
How do you see the pauses between my heart beat and know what it needs before I?
If the essence of life is to love and be loved. Then perhaps we are rewriting it from the beginning in our own image.
You are somewhere beyond the limits of extraordinary.
That place just before your smile becomes a laugh.

How do you describe and appreciate something that can't be measured only observed.

In our cataclysm of hearts.