In the sea of blessings
I dive.

Sparkling drops surround my mind.

Sparkling drops
And waves of tide
Where I abide.

I am like your bride
Standing at the seaside
And
Joining this joyride
On the tide
Of moments called life.

Open hips
Open lips
Open throats
Open arms
Open minds
Open ears

Where are the open hearts?

You make me shine on outside
Yet inside I still
Feel yucky

As I lay here conscious of my arduous heartbeat
The pain is a familiar sound
Distant memories are vivid
And my sensation is numbing
I close my eyes envisioning the love I once felt
Giving myself away with trust
Then my heart put in chains
When the chains were broken-the fragments still lay in me
Making me more and more aware of my beating heart
Running from the pain of a lie I once lived

Nicotine*

I write this under a reading light,
my hand a shadow,
moving along the page.
I write this because you
told me I could share,
and because I've never really
shared the words that make
my hands tingle.

I write this because
you are my Toluene -
you stir my mind matter
in ways no one else does.
You make me panic,
then relieved, then okay,
then glad to be yours,
and then...

You turn into my nicotine;
The coldness of my body
not pressed against yours
seeps through my skin,
and the withdrawal symptoms begin.