Falling, slowly, effortlessly
Like a floating feather
Without wings, watching
Space interrupt
No hands to heed the
Speed
No one came to me
With ****** chin
Lifted soul
And ran
Finding the door ajar.

Burning the last of her
             to be their only source of light.

A giving soul,
I see you
as you give away the pieces
of yourself to those
that need you.
I could take a lesson from that.
My only warning
is to be careful about giving yourself
to those that do not recognize
that pain never comes from the outside,
that they are responsible solely
for their own darkness.
Those people will **** you in,
swallow you whole,
digest your kindness
and turn it to dust.
Trust me,
I used to be one of them.
Sometimes I still am.

Let my fingers
caress the wounds
of your chakras
in multicolored beams
                            of light
stroking the vibrations
Let me soothe and
lift them
to their peak
strengthen the strings
of violin tenacity
Let my third eye open
and meet yours
for a dance along
the astral plane
our gaze forever locking

For as it is now
we are restrained in our
rectangles of glass
boxes of electric ecstasy
beyond beautiful,
yet
what I would give
to lay one palm upon
your heaving chest
in fiery tender
To brush my lips
upon the tip of
your eyelashed ocean
yes
meet me
lash me to you
let me tremble
into the
humming of
our lips

Love is special

           Love is inspiration
It can inspire us to do the most craziest thing and amazing feats. It can elate you and deflate you almost at same the time.

                 Love is never a game , so many have searched for what may feel like a century for the right love , some have failed and some have won.

                 One thing I do know about the amazing thing called love, whether you’v love and won , or love and lost ....it always worth it.

                                  It may come and go but luckily like a beautiful flower in the ground if you nurture it, water it, feed it and treat it like it deserves to be treated it may last a life time.