I love you.

Your lips, your hips.

Your fears, your tears.

Your arms, your charms.

Your dreams, your schemes.

Your hair, your flair.


Your joys, your ploys.

Your nose, your clothes.

Your smile, your style.

Your hands, your plans.

Your chin, your grin.

Your toes, your lows.

Your soul, and all of you whole.

She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.

I want back what I have lost.
To be whole once more,
To find the piece that fits.
I can't feel much;
But what I can,
Is just enough
To get up again.
The hope that tomorrow,
I'll find someone new,
To help me place the pieces;
To show me love again