When the world feels smooth,
Like warm butter,
I gently place my fingertips;
To poke the tiny pink flowers,
That lay hidden in the field,
Waiting to be swayed by the wind.

I am suffering a sadness that weathers like a storm.
Only chills fill my release.
Smog, melt my mind,
Blast me away into the void of space.
Let me twinkle like a star,
Burning blue cool.

Under the sun,
I feel no warmth.

Your absence;
A bitter chill,
As a serpent coiling around my body.
Tightening its grip,
Spreading the cold,
Leaving me naked.

The vacancy that came,
When you left me astray,
Created a void:
Inadequate,
Unworthy,
Unwilling.

So delicately you came,
Untouched,
You left me.

I smother myself to feel,
To attempt,
To drive away the sickening and staggering of my heart,
In effort to present a spotless love.
A love without effort,
A place without clutter.
A lesson without burden.

A trek into the deeper spaces,
Brings mind embraces,
And my embrace of you.
Heart thumping,
Jumping, pumping O.
Oh, the pains of this love,
The tugs and rubs.
The fluids turning,
Ourselves still burning,
As I am embracing you.

Minutes before the fall, I did not question love.  Passion heat spread, then exploded. Yet, the room began to chill, and the colors lost their luster; I was afraid in your arms. To be so much, but give so little. Why can't I nibble free?