your desire is to rip into my chest for my beating heart..

****** my future down the gutter...

yell at me as i lower my head and cry....

bore holes into my head with distrust.....

and then cover it up with an "i love you".

. . . well ******* and good day.

The rain pours
as is norm
A knock on the door
my heart soars
Who would it be
but that certain he
Opening the door
he smiles down at me

Embracement
Strong but tender hands
pressed around my back
Stubble brushed
into my hair

Brought into light
A jawline
"I've missed you
my beaut"
Planted hands
Bowed heads
A kiss lands

I saw you on the steps,
...When I first really noticed you.
Of all that I reviewed
...your eyes were the most complex.
I have not stopped smiling at you
...since seeing that view.
The more we came together
...is when I realized
how much I was in for.
Your hands are a tether
...to my heart and to my soul.
From the music that protrudes
...beyond the want of words.
You bring me from the deep
...and enliven the joy of God in me.
Between the laughter and singing,
...praying and praising,
I know everything's going to be alright,
...God knew what he was doing
when he placed you...
on those steps.

Shifting through the bungalows,
Moonlight shivers amongst the abode.
The wooden planks easing into the sigh,
Of the wind wallowing its lullaby.
Tree leaves escalade,
Up, up, up, onto the roof, like a parade.
Then drip, drip, dripping,
The rain drops over the beam's lipping.
Two feet come suddenly into place,
Pacing amongst the rain's lace.
Shadows are glancing,
Over the lawn's new glaze.
The two feet begin quivering
From those shadows' new face.
A snap.
A creak.
A groan.
Fright has leapt up and won,
Quickly, cautiously
The feet run back towards home,
He is succumbed to panting,
From the terror within ranting.
Finally; he is alone,
And the haze of all that came to pass,
Has up and left him just as fast.

Put on the suit,
give a big hoot,
going along you shoot,
down the highway.
Lug out your stuff,
telling yourself you're buff,
until you rest and huff,
deciding to stay.
Taking off the sandals,
feet touch ground-up gravel,
while picking up clothes to rattle,
feeling the sun beat with every ray.
The odd stink of sunscreen,
put on to protect and leave a sheen,
needs to absorb and not be seen,
so as to hop in and say yay!
Run! Run! It's so fun!
Here, you dive under the sun,
and float around until you hum,
just like a mocking jay.
The waves come crashing,
turning you to thrashing,
so suddenly you are gasping,
hoping everything will turn out okay.
Hands come to grab you,
They know what to do,
Later you find out who,
and know you want to pay.
Sandcastles are the best,
resting on your chest,
you begin the big crest,
until big waves come to dismay.
Finally you want to rest,
soaking in limited UV's are the best,
on a spot of sand you make your nest,
for an hour you will lay.
What makes the trip complete,
is picking up your seat,
to make everything neat,
and that sums up your beach day.