As a bird sings in the heat of summer,
confident and proud with balanced harmony,
free to fly on the breeze so slight,
so does her laugh ringing true to her spirit's light,
the passion inside of her burning so bright.

As the sea rises and falls like the moon each day,
bringing forth the sun to reveal flowers blooming on trees,
petals fall effortlessly from each outstretched branch,
just as her eyelids, fluttering shut with silent dreams,
as the night begins and moonbeams fill her face with ease.

Wrap your arms around me,
fill my body with warmth.

Your body is the poem,
written for the soul,
though these thoughts may escape you,
this is what makes you whole.

Your toes find comfort when they're buried in the sand,
your heels provide strength when you feel you can no longer stand.

Your knees are there to break your fall,
your legs keep you moving; walk proud and tall.

Your hips carry your body to music in the night,
your tummy releases butterflies when lovers unite.

Your chest holds the ***** that loves the world so fully,
your throat provides conversation when you are scared and lonely.

Your lips find sweetness in that sinful drink,
your eyes reveal the universe between every blink.

Your body is the poem,
written for the soul,
remember to nourish it,
take over control.

Gone, gone, gone.
         Here, here, here.
         Don't leave me.
I'm not
         You're thinking about it.
         You promised.
I promised.
You promised.
Never enough, never enough.*

Stay                                    *I have to walk away

You stopped talking to me.
....no, really talking.
Where are you?
        Where did you go?
How could you leave
         without actually leaving me?

My lungs burn with the scent of your skin:
      on the subway train, no room to move,
      at midnight, on the pillow beside mine,
      slapping me in the face on city streets,
      eating lunch by myself, choking down the last bite,
I'd rather not breathe at all
      than be forced to breathe you in when you're not around.

What do we know of that is infinite?

                My love for you,
                the time I want to spend with you,
                the way I gaze at you as you pretend not to notice,
                the laughter shared when our bodies have lost the energy necessary to form coherent sentences,
                your apologies for things that never need apologies,
                how you accuse me of passing judgement when in reality every detail of you that I discover sends my heart into shock,
                your scent,
I want your scent in my lungs *infinitely.