there was a time,
when dresses were taboo
and shorts stowed away in my closet,
afraid to expose myself.
i used to die in agony,
on a hot summer day,
just to keep covered and
away from prying eyes.
intentionally, sand would
cake my legs and arms,
while others laid in the vast openness
of the beach, begging for the sun
to touch their skin.
there were times i almost felt okay,
to show without barriers,
until i saw the eyes of my love
looking.
and for a split second, i saw
the sadness i caused and the
shifting eyes, wondering if anyone else
can see.
but you kiss each scar, you ask questions,
and you have a wonderlust to
dance over my past and to understand
my journey.
and now, skirts are my favorite things,
and i tell my story in hopes of shaping the lives
of those who have once been in my shoes.
and i'm no longer afraid, to wear my stripes.

vast stars burst within constellations
as you're swimming through the sky.
asteroids blast by
sending you soaring into the deep dark canvas,
that is littered with twinkling eyes,
watching you.

and i know it seems impossible,
and the earth seems far away.
but if you get lost in space,
look for me and i will jump over planets,
and i will swim through shooting stars,
to bring you back home.

i know that i get scared and lost in my own heart,
i've been bruised and beaten down,
almost from the very start
of me.

its hard to understand how i could be
the perfect part of me that i
have never known existed
at all.

it's disguised by fear and anticipation
for the bad things that probably won't
come, and interfered by the thoughts
that i'm not good enough.

but if you rip me open,
there are sunflowers inside,
and when you shine your light
upon my face, the way you do,
so perfectly,

my head will lift toward your gaze,
and i will only look to you,
for you are my sunshine and you
will keep me standing tall.

Speaking to him
Tells me a story
About myself,
Which I have never read,
And sings me a song
Which I have never heard.
His voice teaches me things
I never knew I could learn,
And brings me ideas
I never knew I could fathom.
There is a light in my iris,
That brings out the blues of my eyes,
And the life to my face.
And it is because of him,
That I am inspired to breathe in deeply.

I knew it when your lips touched mine,
And your tongue, it felt like home.
I knew it when you looked at me,
And I felt it in my bones.
I knew it when you closed your eyes,
And you fell fast asleep.
Your heart, it went along with mine,
To a soft and calming beat.
I knew it when my eyes were filled,
And tears spilled down my face.
One touch from you, and all was clear,
And I was not afraid.
I knew it, oh so long ago,
Cause my heart's been calm and free.
I knew it, that I love you so,
And I'm so glad that you love me.

there is nothing as beautiful
as a synchronized dance,
between four lips,
and two tongues.
they work in partnership,
with no doubts
and no second guessings.
for you can't do a dance for two,
without the support of another.

Colors flow up your arm,
Through your fingers and down my chin;
And they change to stars
As they slide down my neck,
And into my heart.

I look up and meet your gaze.
And there are sunflowers in your eyes.
Your soft smile glows, with a shine
That even the moon would be jealous of.

And we slip slowly into a passionate madness
From which we will never recover.

Soft and supple,
Rosy pink lips dance across my face.
This peace and sincerity so naturally
comes.
I didn't think this was possible,
To feel my muscles relax,
Just at the touch of your fingertips.
I thought I knew what gentle was,
But not until you showed me for sure.
Tears fall down my face, but
not for sadness,
but for absolute paradise.
And I will hold you for as long as I can,
In the fold of these hands,
To keep you safe, like you have
Since the day I met you.

As we slide beneath the heat of the blankets,
Legs entwined and wrapped around each other,
Like ivy on a tree,
I can't help but feel this warmth and
Happiness between my thighs.
And I gasp a high pitch sigh,
As your finger slips inside me,
And your tongue across my collarbone,
Gives me a feeling like no other.
Slipping and sliding in the nature of
My fluids, I can feel our goosebumps
Meeting one another.
Your tongue slides in and out of my mouth,
And my eyes roll backward, my back arches,
and my pelvis thrusts against your hand.
I don't think I will ever be dry again.

It is a time to bring
the pages out in the open,
to open this book
and to allow it
to be read.
i don't expect well wishes,
or polite words exchanged.
all i ask,
is do not be cruel.
this heart has been crumbled,
like forgotten homework,
and stretched out, and rewritten.
but the wrinkles still remain,
and the words are hard to see.
but they can be read,
if the page allows.
you just no longer have the eyes to read.

Walk in this garden with me,
We can hold hands, and speak of good things.
Chirping of crickets and the stars all aflame
Strolling in silence, in this flowery frame

Walk in this garden with me,
Down hallways of petals and aromas so sweet.
Sweet glances and smiles, cause we both know this;
Your heart is my garden, it fills me with bliss

Walk in this garden with me,
We'll share a walk by the lake, and a treehouse kiss.
And these moments, like photos will stay in my heart,
As you whisper, "this feels like a wonderful start."

I'm at the bar of my boyfriends basement,
You're not here and there's something missing.
I'm not supposed to feel this way.

Push it down, and shove it under,
Acknowledge it and it becomes thunder.
Who am I kidding anyway?

Guy code, friendships, not to mention
general morale,
I don't like you, I tell myself.

But then here you are, with a case of beer,
Smiling from ear to ear.
I look at you and my heart skips.
But,
I don't like you, I tell myself.

Here and there we brush shoulders,
Bashful sorry's and nervous laughter,
And the
Unsaid understandings,
that we love each other.

The difference in the sighs,
Is if they contain lust or anger,
Contentment,
or pity.

Does he sigh, and fall into your embrace,
When you tell him goodnight;
Or does he sigh,
and roll his eyes?

Is there a harshness in this breath,
He lets go from his lungs,
When you just ask,
'Am I good enough,
For you?'

The difference in the sighs,
Is if you feel the love,
As he places passion in your ear;
Or if you question in the morning,
what you've done wrong.

But the true difference in the sighs,
Is not when they come,
But who gives them
to you.

Breathe in,
the taste of ecstacy is on my lips.
There for years but never truly touched,
by those who tried.

But then,
fingers on my ribs and shivers,
up the frame of my spine.
And whispers of staying.
Have you, the password?

Hush now, do not be afraid.
Feel, as you should.
There is no shame in this feeling you were promised.