Close your eyes
See the air
Touch the ground
Taste the rain
Smell the sun
There's a rainbow
Do you hear it
Is it there
Do you feel,
The earth's old rhythm
Do you feel,
The ancient glare

I saw a girl,
looking up,
at the clouds above
thinking of the thunderstorms.

And yet,
when she looked down
there was no rain,
falling out,
there was only,
her sky blue eyes.

Like a feather I
fall down: slowly, softly, but
still towards the ground.

My skin was like wet concrete
on which her touch was permanent.

At the most lonely of times,
I look up to the stars,
watch the moon glow,
and sing to the night-blooming flowers
that hide with me in my secret garden.

I touch
your lips
and hips
and the dips
on your thighs,
when I look into your eyes,
I can almost hear the sighs
that you made,
so afraid,
when the blade
touched the skin,
like I touch your chin,
and make you burn within,
as I treat all imperfection,
with affection,
even though all you are to me sometimes
is just a reflection.