Lacy blue bra
strewn across the floor
of an empty apartment.
All is still -
only dust particles
float through the air,
undisturbed by human troubles.

Shades hang open,
streams of sunlight filter in.
The rainy dew
of yesterday's downfall
lingers still.

The scent of waffles
wafts up the stairs.
Visions of
blueberries and strawberries and whipped cream
fill the eyes, nose, and mouth -
salivating for more.

Eyes snap open.
A day begins once more.

People are like flowers.

We begin as sprouts,
so susceptible to harm
that even a vague breeze
may blow us out.
The only way to grow
is through the careful nurturing
of another.
Under proper care,
and in the right environment,
we bloom,
each of us a little differently.
We exude beauty
and absorb pain.
We feed off of both the sunlight
and the rain.

Like flowers,
we are so very alive -
creatures of the Earth,
and so exquisitely designed to be just so.

The summer wind breezes through the screen door
Cindy relaxes on the chaise lounge
Still my baby, she calls to me to lie next to her
So I roll into her arms
These hot summer days
Under blue open skies
A smattering of warm rain
We cannot disguise our ardor
Our joy at it all
We’re living the dream
There’s no shortfall
Not a care in the world
Just a mighty sigh
Of gratitude, no need to ask why
Pure relaxation
Some contemplation
Mostly just sharing
Without guile or guise
Then comes the kiss
Maybe some more
A snooze is in order
It’s not even four

kiss me in your backseat
like nothing has ever been like this before
'cause you kiss like a promise
like you have never wanted anything more
than me

and just maybe, i'm crazy about you baby
and i guess it's a mess but i've always loved messy
things

and with your lips on my neck, i feel like the best is yet to come
and with my heart on my sleeve, i hope you can see it beats like a drum

and i'm wrapped around your finger and my gaze might just linger on your face
and i can't help but notice what we've made of this moment in this place

is beautiful
you're beautiful.

in the streetlights, with your brown eyes looking into my heart
hold me tighter, with your bright lights lighting up the dark
you're lighting up

Summer is kind.
Forests sway in soft laughter.
Meadows reveal brightness of their flower souls.
River streams resurrect willow shores.
Fields share breaths with clouds.
And our hearts discover paths that winters once dreamt about.

Once a mermaid,
she is now
the soul of clouds,
raining down
on the shore
where he walks.

His world is heavy
and tearful,
though his eyes
are dry.

He still
doesn't realize
what his longing
means,
he still clings
to something
not intended
for him.

And though
it's too late,
his heart knows.

Since the beginning
his heart
knows.