the dunes
exfoliating our bare naked skin
the ocean is there
I can feel it
making me
and the sun is caressing our new skin
the clouds are moving too fast
for me to keep track of the shapes
this is how life begins
on the shores of love and gratitude
this is the end of worries
that stop dreams before they start
sinking through the top layer of the dune
trusting the depths we carefully travel into one another
this one day has been seven days
and only we know
in each others lips
that time does not exist yet

and
when my
anger
finally extinguished
itself and me
i was nothing
but
a hollow shell
of emptiness

The aloe has flourished in the garden
where mine heart once beat as a white rose.

The freedom of its soft fragrance has been
smothered, petals wilted, roots dead and no longer grows.

The gardener saw it fit to **** the iris and now the poison ivy, like water flows.