You held me close, pulled me tighter.
I sighed. It was comfortable and safe. We slept.
You told me of the temptation and I used it against you.

Moved my hips just so.
Angled my face just so.
Waited. Pulled you tighter. Waited.
Subtly letting you know I wanted you.

Another night, the same routine.
But you leaned in and your lips brushed mine.
In an instant we were not longer relaxed.
We were charged. We kissed.
Sometimes you were soft and gentle.
Other times your kisses were hungry, filled with passion.

Our hips moved just so.
Our lips were placed just so.
I let your hands discover my *******,
I let your mouth discover my *******.
My inhales were sharp.
I wanted more.

Another night, the same routine.
Hips, hands, lips.
Passion and safety.
Your hand moved just so.
Finding me in a way I never found myself.
Your hand moved just so and
I gasped.

I wanted to do the same for you.
Something told me not to.
I wanted you.
I know better than that.
But I wanted you anyway.
Not part of you, all of you.

Another night, the same routine.
You kissed me and my body awoke.
I never knew it was sleeping.
Your teeth pulled my lips.
You hovered after we kissed.
I wanted more.

I got brave.
My hand explored.
You were my coach, whispering instructions in my ear.
I wanted to do for you what you did for me.
I wanted to explore you.

Another night, the same routine.
We were charged with ***.
We were *****.
Our bodies wanted it.
Our hearts wanted nothing more.

We kissed.
You pulled me closer, tighter.
Kisses soft again, pulling back.
Light.
We kissed.

Another night, the same routine.
I would have let you have all of me.
I wanted you.
Wanted to give in to the feelings my body felt.
You pulled yourself away.
Made yourself stop.

Another night, the old routine.
You hold me close, pull me tighter.
I sigh. It is comfortable and safe.
Nothing changed. We sleep.

Falling lightly, sounding like the soft beat of a Djembe, as it hits the ground. It gives life. A flower, slowly opening itself up, giving itself away to the cool droplets. The pitter patter of foot steps as people hurry to take shelter. The leaves reaching out to get as much as their thirsty hearts desire. The puddles forming for future puddle jumping. The road glistens with moisture and the rain, it slowly stops. People venture out in a rush. They do not observe the beads rolling off the leaves or the flower shining in the new born sun. No one stops to admire the life that was just acquired by the thirsty that surrounds them. They cannot see the roots ******* in as much as they can. They do not understand the gift of rain.

The lost and lonely,
Together in their winged coffin
Flying overseas.

Some thinking they are going to something better.
Others knowing it isn’t better,
Simply bigger.
Bigger than their lives before,
And whatever their lives will be after.

One man doesn’t believe
The decision he’s made.
The passenger next to him,
Knows why he came.

To defend?
To help?
To fight
For freedom?

Strangers on an aeroplane
Sitting amongst those
So different from themselves.

Black or white or brown,
Young and the not so young.

All with a common fate,
A common enemy,
A common
Destination:

Where hate flourishes
Like a small child in a happy home.