And if the sky were diamonds brilliant and blue,
we’d all reach for heaven as if it held a mother’s warmth.

And if we were birds gliding upon golden gilded wings,
surely we’d soar over snow capped mountains yearning for home.

And if the peacock wing’d sea call us back to her,
we’d answer with a thundering “Yes Mother, we hear you!”

And if the cool handed shade of the willow beckoned us,
surely we’d lie upon her away from the sun and daydream.

On a quiet night
a hazy sky wrought
with pink and white
clouds and flakes
drips sweet delicate
crystals of ice.

In a mid morning fog
powder crunches
softly beneath light
steps from dainty feet
in heavy boots.

When the sun is high
sharp skates glide
across the slick smooth
frozen glass of water.

As dusk settles
on the horizon
another blanket falls.

If one were to venture out
into the frost shrouded sunset

surely ice would meet skin.

Golden bronze rays
shower light and
ooze heat in the
noontime hour of
the unforgiving days
of wet June warmth.

Sticky, moist, slick
skin falters under
pressure impregnated
with exhaustion and
unquenchable thirst.

Steam rises from
now viscous tarred
streets after rain
falls with no warning.

Waves of lurid heat
evolve from every surface
in sight near and far.

Wet, hot, moist, sticky,
sultry, intense, stifling.

Summer has made it’s entrance.

Cœurs battent en tandem. Une ruée. Mouvement lent, puis rapide, puis ralentir une fois de plus. Ongles glissent sur la peau, glissant, chaud. Un sursaut et un gémissement, un gémissement avant un cri. Le rire et les mots enivrants. La douleur que de plaisir à l’état pur. Nous ondulent, avancent et reculent dans l’autre, autour de l’autre.

Hearts beat in tandem. A rush. Movement slow, then swift, then slow once more. Fingernails glide across skin, slippery, hot. A gasp and a moan, a whimper before a scream. Laughter and heady words. Pain as pleasure in its purest form. We undulate, expand and recede within each other, around each other.

Volons au **** dans le ciel nocturne. Voyons voir les étoiles de toutes les galaxies. Disons s’endormir sur une nouvelle planète dans un nouveau plan entouré par de nouvelles personnes. Lançons à travers les parties les plus sombres de l’univers et pas peur. Disons-venture à travers tout le temps et l’espace ensemble. Vous et moi.

Let’s fly off into the night sky. Let’s see the stars of all the galaxies. Let’s fall asleep on a new planet in a new plane surrounded by new people. Let’s run through the darkest parts of the universe and not be scared. Let’s venture through all of time and space together. You and I.

Restless eyes and provoking mouths. Feel of fire, aether, and ice. Moving, moving, never ending. Perpetual duality. Echoes cannot cease.

You made me hollow.

You took away the me that I could have been and tried to replace her with the me you thought I should be.

But I’m not her.

You may have stolen my insides and stuffed me with death and rot, but you did not destroy me.

It hurt, it still hurts sometimes, to feel the phantom of a future unrealized, but I persevere.

I was robbed, emptied, and left to live like that. Uneven. Never whole. Broken.

But I found out,

I could change that.

So I filled myself with flowers and clouds and packed in the spaces with laughter and rain.

I filled myself with endless dreams and glimmers of hope everlasting.

I grew. My flowers became a garden. My clouds became the very sky above my head. My laughter echoes life eternal and my rain became an ocean deeper than any man will ever see.

I am alive. I am alive and beautiful and wonderful and everything.

I.

Am.

Everything.