Ash upon my lips
Flame underneath my fingertips
A flaming soul in my vision,
But such smooth motion with those lovely hips.

The taste of danger in the air
The smell of smoke
Hidden in her umber hair
My heart stops its beat
And surrenders itself
For her to declare.

A smoker's kiss
So bitter, so sweet
A taste of Hell
And a devil I'm to meet.

Morning full of sunshine,
No clouds can be seen in the sky.
You tell me: "Good morning, the girl of my dreams.
How could I ever tell you goodbye."
You kiss me on the nose, I smile
And there we lay for awhile
Looking into the depths of each others eyes
Wishing we could freeze the moment in  time.

He fell in love with a wolf, and every night the trees and dirt called to her. Every night he let her run to the woods. Her mother earth.

I found myself and lost you.
I let go of your hurt,  found my strength anew. Picking my pieces up off the floor,  realizing you mean nothing anymore. You were an addiction,  a haunting, an affliction.  A monster terrorizing me and, my pride that had given up helping my needs.  Depriving me and calling it love. And there are sometimes I'm completely ashamed, my strength in vain.  Because I look for you...the monster under my bed that hasn't yet truly left my head.

Our meeting was nothing more
Than a quiet return of a memory
a gentle waking
to love's eternal melody

my eyes are like a camera,
clicking away at the view.
my heart is like a locket,
keeping a picture of me and you.

we don't need a filter,
to maintain model shots.
it's best when it's stolen,
like it is with our hearts.

the process will be long,
but we know it's worth the wait.
for the best pictures are the memories,
which we patiently create.

This is for the girl who's lips are stained with strawberry juice and for the boy who's knees are dirtied because he helped pick them.
This is for those summer days where that same boy and girl played in the sprinklers till they were sunburned with a deep red, but still smiled and laughed at the pain it gave, because they had each other to feel it with.
This is for that boy who secretly loved that beautifully boyish girl with the glasses and freckles and for the girl who knew this and still kept quiet about it just because she wanted to hear him say the words 'I love you' all on his own.
This is for that girl who fought those bullies that were picking on the one she loved and for the boy whom confessed to her that same day with strawberries from a patch they used to go to.
This is a story about that one perfect summers day.