Heavy gray clouds battle for control of the supple trees,

which bend under the will of the wind,

leaves whipping and flickering their bright undersides,

like the dresses of frantic Spanish dancers;

pale pulp squishes between her toes,

the grapes bursting under the weight of

eighteen-year-old feet - both the fruit

and the flesh are soft and ripe

and smell of sugar in the sun;

the gray sea licks wildly at the gravelly shore,

while her fire-red locks twist and tangle in the wind.

Colors dance on the clouds as I lay silently watching.
A muse to be captured if only you could.
But nothings quite like the heat of the moment.
Where you can see it, smell it, touch it & hold it.
This moment so rare, so quick and so few.
I'm dazzled by the stars that are far from view.
I'm taken by them like I'm taken with you.

Don't give up on everything for someone who gave you nothing.
Don't run to someone who runs from you.
Don't be afraid to jump, when you wanna feel the wind in your hair.
Don't let something thats hurt you, give way to the devil.

Back then
I bought you some cigarettes.
you always craved another
Even after a few hours had passed.
The smoke dove into your body
And flew back out into the air
As your lovely lips
Set it free;
I was always so fascinated-
But I swore to myself
I'd never get into such a habit
Because I would hate to get addicted
To such a silly thing

Now
I no longer have someone
So alluring to observe;
I picked up my first cigarette,
brought it to my mouth
And held it the way you taught me to.
As I inhaled my strain
And released my tension with the smoke
I felt the hum of relief travel
From the top of my head
To the tips of my toes--
I had only held it once
And I knew I'd become addicted
To such a silly thing
much like the way I had gotten addicted
To you