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  Jul 2016 Cecelia K
Lex
Sometimes I cry so hard
A thunderstorm erupts in my rib cage
And my hands tremble like beach houses
In the path of a tsunami
But thinking of your eyes
Helps me escort oxygen to my lungs
And hold a paint brush instead
Of strangling the sheets of my bed
As if my tears will create a waterfall
Sweeping me away from you and
My pillowcase is wondering why I haven't screamed into it
In about a month or so
But I found reconcile in how your freckles
Resemble stars in the sky
And I've been trying to tell you
If you need the galaxy rearranged
I will do that
every single time the moon says hello,
I can promise you I can make the sun play hide and seek for as long as you'd like
If it means I can see the creases being created
By your smile again
For M
  Jul 2016 Cecelia K
cass
Flowers and skinny jeans, and pretty little girl things are what remind me of you
Tiny smiles and docile eyes that are kind of things which remind me of you
Cheeky jokes and happy blood rushing body rumbling laughs are easy to find with you
For you are kind and wonderful, and poweful. You are my very best friend
  Jul 2016 Cecelia K
ren
You are a Smashbook.
You are lists of hundreds of to do's,
You are your top ten favorite movies,
You are pieces of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
You are the trees you prune in your back yard
You are a garden you still have to plant
You are mornings
You are evenings
You are everything in between
You are light and love
And when the world comes and tried to shake these things from you
Remember every thought is tied to another,
Every piece of you is connected through roots
You cannot be broken
You are whole
  Jul 2016 Cecelia K
SE Reimer
~

think again if you believe
light is but a rapid blur,
consider that the spark
that lives between
two lover-friends, is light
exchanged in slow fashion;
the slow burn of a campfire,
the sparkle of her passion,
the flicker of a candle,
whisperings of the starlight,
the way a moon beam
bends the tides,
and makes her eyes twinkle;
each my confirmation,
of light that moves
so satisfying slow,
allowing flames to ever grow
ever higher, higher,
kindling sparks into a fire,
for love that lasts
is not a spark alone...
no,
love’s passion is a bon fire,
a sunset setting sky aglow;
an ever-building slow,
to effervescent ether;
a gently flowing kiss,
a living, colored tapestry
of drifting twilight mist;
this the speed of light...
my heart’s desire,
mirrored in my lover’s eyes.

~

*post script.

love at the speed of sunsets and star gazing;
evenings spent round the campfire
with only the light of the fire,
the stars and that sparkle in each other's eyes...
falling in love, all over again!
Cecelia K Jul 2016
My mother and I hurried outside to witness our neighbors shooting off fireworks. After a couple went off, it was over and I told her how short lived it was. We gazed at the stars and of course my immediate thought was you and how we were even more short lived than those illegal sparks in the sky.
We were a whole different kind of spark.
4th of July 2016
Cecelia K Jun 2016
I won't grow old with you
Six word stories
Cecelia K Jun 2016
Now I know the purpose of those shooting stars we used to lay under
Its not the glow from rocks moving through the earths atmosphere

Its a war
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