You taste like
cotton candy dreams,
sugar snap peas,
cold coffee,
and
intimate fantasies.
You are the
watermelon pop rocks
that tingle on my tongue.

You feel like
a roaring fire,
a tickle down my spine,
a belly laugh,
and
a brand new promise.
You are the
static electricity
that zaps my skin.

You look like
my past,
my present,
my future,
and
my forever.
*You are the
man that
I love.

You are the twinkling stars
that light up
my night sky:
constant,
full of hope,
beautiful,



Distant.

Flowers sway in summer’s breeze,
regardless of the coming freeze.
Flowers dance in warm sunlight,
approaching clouds a far off plight.

We must have been flowers
grown with limited hours.
We were happy
until we weren’t.

Stop
trying.
Abscond at long last;
you have already disappeared.

I want to lay beside you,
warmly near,
gently coo into your ear
and hold you
close

I want to trace a finger
down your hips,
press my mouth against your lips
and let it
linger

I want to nibble at your skin,
rose petal soft,
taste of your sweetest sin
and leave you
longing

I want all of this to be,
but
your skin crawls
away from
me