If at the end of the night
I look at you and smile
You look at me and approach
Grab my waist…and blush
Does it mean anything?

If at the spur of the moment
When I am nervous and stressed
I think of you and smile,
Cherish the moment…
Is it anything important?

If by the time we go to sleep
We both squeeze the pillows
Apart – but with the same thought
And smile good night…
Is it a good sign?

If my heart beats fast
And yours speeds its limit
Yet we don’t say a word
And nobody knows…
*Does it count?

She stood waiting.
Waiting as the stars await the suns eventual death.
As the desert awaits that one translucent drop of absolete euphoria.
Her lips cracked open,
A sliver of fragile hope escaping its tremors.
Fluttering away.
She is surrounded by exquisite misery,
Drowning in hysteria.
Day folding into night,
The moon running circles.
She stood waiting,
With the sound of stinging memories reverberating endlessly.
Touch, smell, touch, love.
All catapulting into that final crescendo,
Where all those moments
Flow into the sea of those hauntingly beautiful words,
**I Am Here