Bucket list dog-eared Worn on the edges And my youth A scribble Dancing and twirling around Wild loops bounding Off the page And I sat there Reading each demand I had laid out for my future And now were only questions Open ended and I had no answers And this ignorance Perplexed me For I once could react And now I knew I never had the answers So with a new sheet of paper I scribbled out my truth And tried to find my journey Between the lines
Sparks, electricity And we light up the city Dancing along the streets Passion is a conversation We continue to have With coffee afterthoughts Our words collect like steam Upon our eyes And I can’t help myself From nibbling on your name
Flickering, you shine within my eyes Shooting stars, and I grab your hand So we can fly, you take me to the moon And show me the world In the curve of your smile
Purple, slowly dripping down her back gently stroked, a tattoo Irises were her favorite so she built a garden upon her back Irises bloomed, spreading from one shoulder to the other