Fresh citrus drip drips,
Upon her sweet cherry cheeks,
Soaked socks by the rocks.

The soul is a funny thing-
in one moment, joy,
and in the next one, sorrow.
The landscape of the soul
is as changing as the sea
caught up in a storm of emotions.

I want to write your name on the sun.
I want to tell the sun how your smile
burns brighter than a thousand suns
and about how galaxies revolve
around the purity of your soul.
I want to tell the sun how your beauty
rivals that of any shooting star and how
the trails your smile leaves fill me with joy
and the inspiration I need to write these words.

He leaves in a hurry
I need him to stay
Otherwise worry
Becomes my day-to-day

A dozen short poems
Forgiveness abound
In order to show him
I want him around

I tell him I'm broken
I need to be fixed
He says that he's hoping
I'll get over it

Why are you scared to go deeper?

What lies in the crevasses
of your mind?

Who are you hiding?
What are you hiding?
Why are you hiding IT?

Shed light on the shadows and let it wash away
your sorrows
of agony and pain.

Why not let the divine in?

What is stopping you from living your best life every day?

What is it that makes your heart beat and your eyes grow big with excitement?

Fall in love with yourself again.

a dancer’s body
a writer’s pen
undulating gyrating
scribbling scrawling
across floor and paper
choreographing sweating
imagining writing  
touching kissing loving
expressed in her movements and his words