Was it the look you gave me
When I walked in the room unannounced
Or on the fourth floor off to the side,
With my face nuzzled in your neck,
Soaking in your smell,
Wishing every breath I took could be like this one.
What about my fingers
Running through those tangled curls,
Touching all the special parts of you
While our bodies dance and swoon together.
And then there’s everything small,
Like the way you say my name surprised,
Three knocks on the bathroom wall,
The magical message you leave
When you give me a call.

For a time we loved in a bubble of bliss
I never knew I could miss--
But I'll see you there tonight
When I dream of your kiss.

it’s hard to tell
where it ends
and “I” begin.

I want to drink your breath
And smell you on me
Hear your angel voice
Taste your insides
Feel you tremble
From my fingers
Or my words
My tongue
Or me

I keep scrolling through
Hoping something will ring true,
When all I want to speak to me
Is you

Never take movement for granted
because some time you will become
Immobilized
by depression
or a busted knee
or some other affliction
of the body
& mind

Aren’t they really one?
Can you have one without the other?
You need your mind to move
You need to move to feed your mind
So what happens then
when both refuse to operate?
I guess that brings me to my second point
Never take your mind for granted

I just can’t seem to
distance myself
from you

There is no heartbreak
Like the one that comes
With losing yourself

Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back