And it is through that extension
The reason why you were created,
I turn to you because you make me better,
This spiritual sensation that alleviates all pain.
Never think that you are a burden
Through out everything that goes on through out the day
my favorite time is being able to rest my head on you and drift away.
I know at times it's hard to believe, especially the after thought of things transpired. The need to over think the stress of work the constant build up in times I should cater to your waking need, your wants.
Nothing can overshadow the way I feel about you, at times I know that it gets blurred but the way I feel about you now is the same way I felt when I first met you. Another thought couldn't begin to compare to the infinite light that shines  as you cross my mind.
The defining aspect of being around someone that you truly care about.
The feel of you in my arms, the caress of thoughts that fill your head resting against my ears.
I wouldn't trade those moments for anything.
Humbled in your presence, the fear of losing something so precious as you.
I kneel at the very reason why this alter I have of you is built so high, in my mind.
Though in thought I'd never pacify you, not wanting you to feel confined to one single thought or emotion.
Though not perfect I attempt to show you but end up pushing you further away but hope that somewhere, throughout the thoughts that cross your mind in a day,
That somewhere you think of me just as I think of you.
Even if it's the smallest space that fills your mind.
That in itself would mean the world to me

If my next breath happened to be my last,
I'd want your voice to be the last I'd ever hear.
Revealing just how much I thought of you.
A belief that my single purpose for living was you.
This emphasis of religion that is built on devotion .
Far more importantly that I've lived not only myself.
Giving up everything material .
This spiritual purpose that has become more than a mental sensibility .
If heaven was truly found on earth, I'd repent only to hear your voice one last time

In the lapse of a minute, before that same minute revolves into two.
A kiss swoons in the embrace of passion.
A daydream of eternity.
Being lost in a single minute.
Heads tilt in comfort, bringing the ease of comfort.
Eyes no longer weary in the caress of cheeks.
The rapid beating of hearts blossoming from a bud into full bloom.
In the lapse of seconds that leap head first into eternity

With lips soft, tender.
I imagine the stars come down and kiss them nightly.
Leaving their home to visit an angel whom found her home here.
With tired wings her sighs paint the clouds, falling in love with the view of horizon.
Her eyes are much prettier in person.
Just as the sun rises, it hates to say goodbye.
Changing its position in the sky.
When I am with her the sun doesn't shine as bright.
Eyes close,  hidden in laughter.
Illuminated in the grace of how remarkable she really is.
And it is that same look that I see in her eyes spread across the horizon.
Just sitting here waiting for the stars to disappear to their favorite place

I thought I told you about it;
The dream I had with eyes wide open.
I met this girl whom sparked a world of curiosity.
The way she stares, the sparklers that melt away in her eyes.
She traced the sky with them, her stare.
Little by little like the stem I was devoured;
Lost in conversation we ventured along the fringe of the sky.
An internal combustion of our hearts; black cats and roman candles shot into the air as flares,
Tumbling down, Cascading into a world of thought.
Venturing off into the smallest detail, not wanting this moment to end.
This vivid display captured under bright shades of red green and purple,
This implosion consisting of her and I.
This fragile yet explosive feeling shot into the sky in quick bursts of fireworks.
Zooming head first into infatuation .
Such liberty given with the touch of lips. tender, passionate.
I thought I told you how bright you've made everything

I've asked to be blessed with your melodious voice,
The look in your eye a fine rendition of feelings kept cryptic.
Composing words sung upon heart strings Under the gleam of street lights in a moving car,
Thinking of the year we were born, the longevity of a face like yours mixed with a face like mine.
Arranging life plans piece by piece in the gentle notes played by the throb of our hearts.
Musician, songwriter. Beautiful queen.
The beauty found when eyes close for a brief moment.
Listening to the song our heart plays at full volume.
Reliving the look in your eye.
Composing another time, another place.
Nothing compares to my favorite song.
To be continued next time we meet,
Musician, songwriter. Beautiful queen.

Colors primarily exist knowing one specific hue,
Neutral in a sense, knowing nothing of the vivid expectation that exists outside of itself.
Then comes the brush revealing more than meets the eye.
Each bristle moist with enlightenment.
The innocence of a sudden touch brimming at the edge of comfort,
discussing need to further exploration.
This expectation which broadens the spectrum.
A social anxiety now left behind but still lives in fear.
This is where you come in,
The zest of something new.
Experiences otherwise thought about, yet never acted upon.
The distance between the colors are filled by the brush,
creating something totally new altogether.
Although the color is either brighter or darker,
The experience is still the same.
The intensity of longing for one another, no longer alone.
Peeping behind a glass curious about the what if's of curiosity.
Adding large detail to the picture painted on the grains of canvas
Expanding in contrast to which point of view is used to view the picture
But still lost in a nervous jitter of being lost in a feeling that's altogether brand new.
This broad spectrum of mixing colors to make something brand new.
Committing to the outside world for better or worse upon the criticism of dark hues that make shadows out of the light cast on one another.
This spectrum between you and I.
Whose color can be a favorite if we both dwell in delight,
The simple awe of one another, no longer viewing things as one sided
but in the broad spectrum for things provided by you

His flower blooms in the wind,
Blossoming each direction the wind blows.
Gracefully tucked in the curled petals of self love, Her love.
His flower is innocent, Her petals lingering with the aroma of her lips.
Devoured by the breeze that swoops pass. Engulfed in passion,
His flower. Her love. Her lips.
His flower exuberantly intellectual.
Her stem a temple of spiritual delight, the way she sways, his flower.
Her leaflets drenched with infatuation, Her love is mute.
A bold splash of violet that speaks louder than any word.
There isn't a perfume sweeter than her fragrance.
The bees that loom around in circles, inebriated from such intoxication.
They fall short of her love, Her lips, his flower.
The thought of her lingers.
Humbling itself at will, he submits to her, his flower.
Mesmerized by such beauty, gentle, soothing.
He longs to be the water his flower needs to grow.
Her love

She is a Goddess held upright
In the light.
Her face shines blossoming among the clouds.
The words she speaks are of lyrical proportion.
Her body is a temple of sheer devotion,
One whom I worship. Yearning to protect.
She shines her light upon me,
Revealing the inner working of her mind.
The hieroglyphics and pamphlets deciphered by gentle lips.
Shes not just another girl nor another woman.
Her crown is woven above her brow, easily mistaken as hair.
Her influence knows no bound.
Devouring every inch of my thought.
Her voice is infinite,
Her soul dances as a child knowing the beauty of outside.
She is a Goddess of love, one of infinite wisdom.
Her sighs are one with the wind.
Spreading throughout the whispers of her voice.
Filling my dreams with the lucidity of open eyes.
I close my eyes and see her standing there.
I smile, picturing her soul dance as freely as a child knowing the beauty of being outside.
If only she knew what I saw everytime I looked at her

What I am trying to say is that
Everything else can wait.
Give beauty a chance to flourish,
A budding seed split between you and I,
Planted still in undeniable
truth.
Watching your eyes wake after a deep sleep;
Laying beside you watching your chest rise then slowly lower
Exchanging your breath for mine. Comprising who we once were, into two totally different people we never knew existed.
Pieces of me given to you and vice versa, the transfer of beating hearts echoing through still sheets.
Lifted through the self conscious thought of being aware,
This enticing sensation of
laying beside each other, hands entwined against the thought of being fulfilled. Though awake,
Bodies lay in rest, searching for one another, this fear of being lost. The constant Roaming in our sleep,the patting of empty spaces beside us.
A subspace that ventures forth as dreaming in parallel.
The inevitable change of being next to someone you truly love.
Realizing that there is something much bigger than yourself.
The world starts to fade, each revolution diminishes a bit.
No longer caring to be seen.
Slowly starting to figure that I am not as selfish as I thought.
Placing myself within your reach,
Looking to feel your hand reach for me.
Realizing that
Everything outside of this perfect moment between you and I can wait.

I wish that I was no one,
Completely obvious to who I thought I was.
Without a name to identify a single thought or emotional response.
A complete lack of empathy put into words before they are said.
A blunt show of emotion spoken without thought.
Somewhat irresponsible but nowhere near ready to admit it.
I wish that I were nothing,
Realizing the common denominator of words left upon your lips.
A lack of enthused words, vague
Nonchalant.
This perfect invitation that excites the exact moment I'd always cross your mind.
Stating that you'd have nothing to do.
Any one to see.
A thought of interest,
How good it must feel to be no one without a single thing to do.
Without limitation to the ecstasy provided to all the things we could do

What is this perpetual sensation.
This marrow that feeds bone in natural detox
cleansing at first sight through throbbing hearts.
A state of euphoric action perceived by a smile.
A spectrum of different colors, coinciding with one another.
Depicted as spiritual from one eye to the next.
Though physical it remains mental,
Transpired from one soul to the next.
Retaining the knowledge of former self,
Yearning to experience the thought of someone else.
This occurrence of two hearts beating in unison.
The honesty of something so simple,
The after thought of things transpired, constantly relived.
There isn't anything subtle about this,
It is as it is without resentment.
Without guilt.
Considering the empathy of another, likes, dislikes.
Discovering the beauty of a selfless mind.
Spotless in nature,
Honestly following the footprints of a single thought,
Imploring understanding.
No longer selfish being associated in the trust of another,
A plump fruit, blossomed flourishing from chest to chest.
the taste of each others heart
Nourishing whatever ache, whatever pain
No longer existent

I find it hilarious, being arrested in thought.
The emergence of being free.
Voluntarily considering the thought of worry.
Without need for appetite, things broken down given in ration.
This apparatus that things are well and dandy but in reality they are not.
This uncomfortable silence in a lack of distraction.
Not at all considering you an hindrance.
But there looms a sudden fear.
This compulsive habit that leads to addiction.
Standing still, blank look.
Charges brought forth in misdemeanor.
Lost in one paper stack or another.
Worried of this never ending cycle of what to do, what to think.
Devoted to this vivid image I have of you stuck in my head.
Yet, I don't know a single thing about you.
A force of habit, experiencing a part of myself that I've never quite experienced.
This need to run away from myself
And escape further into you.
The lock and key of this caged feeling.
Completely gone.
That one crack in the wall that reveals the smallest spec of sun merely peeking through.
Depending on someone else to unlock that bolted door. A sound not easily forgotten.
This senseless control that cages us up, delegated in authority without act of trust.
I find it hilarious because we are lost in identity.
you've released me yet, you have no idea who I am.
That one spec of sun that crept through a crack in the wall.
By traditional standard this is quite absurd.
Revealing to a beautiful stranger that she was in fact, the total embodiment of what's retained in the Stonehenge,  
Knowledge.

Although I've seen, I still do not know.
I could recall but at that very same moment I would become vocally lost.
Connecting to a thought in a world where things are said but randomly heard.
Questioning the matter of things experienced one at a time whether than whole.
Here lies simplicity, fundamental in it's purest form.
Fruit slices that present a good mouth feel, the total embodiment of placing something where nothing once existed. Or was thought not to.
It still invokes thought,
Reason to where, why.
In a different perspective, am I the fruit and you the mouth.
Is there truly a difference in perspective, there isn't a false pretense to either way point. Generally speaking,
discovering a new way to see something seen as natural. Invoking a sense of feel,
This longing that draws us closer to togetherness.
A practice of longing to indulge in desire.
Consistent in nature, pleasant in thought
Constantly looking for things that cannot be found,
As it already exists.
This love that manifests into something seen, or heard.
This piece of fruit couldn't begin to fit in our mouth the way it is,
It's only sensible that it's cut into pieces to digest more easily.
Here lies greed, mistaken for need.
Seeking only because it's there.
Which is you, which am I.
An basic urge displaced in misconception.
Wanting only because it's there

This is true, the stand point from which I see you.
This sense of comfort given with each smile spread cross your lips.
Things most find trivial, I find worthwhile through my eyes.
To what response can I give to assure that we were made in each others image.
Developing further into thought of self.
Myself liberated in the reflection of your eyes.
Myself detached, lost in the thought of you.
This ritual that begins with each word spoke from your lips.
Simple yet complicated as one thought splits into many.
Kind of religious in a way.
This devotional praise broken down from one day to the next.
I've kneeled to find you near,
This sense of pleasant dreams.
Following this comprehension, attempting to identify this experience.
There aren't any mistakes, at least none that I can see.
This balance of hands pressed together
Planting seeds of longevity with you in mind.
My state of mind begins and ends with the thought of you.

I loved you too seriously,
I was ultimately responsible for accepting thought for action.
This continuous wheel that constantly turns.
This longing that wants so desperately to see from your point of view,
Wanting you to see from mine.
This status quo of being calm, without the nervousness to overcome
the things we both face.
A vacation sought within both of our glares.
Escaping anything that becomes routine, this natural aroma given by the warmth of our hearts.
The true awakening of eyes. without warning.
Wanting to do without need. But generous in everything.
Seeking the spiritual rise of your soul entwined with mine, the spontaneous sun peeking through the clouds at any given time. With every touch, every moment of time that is given between us both.
This is the effect you have on me, this feeling that takes place naturally.
Actively seeking nirvana through the day to day conversations that happen at any given time.
The sort of happening that isn't planned. But is heaven truly this grand,
of all things precious, this actually happening to me.
The beating of your heart in mine. This attempt of living in the present as well as the future.
This is why I loved you too seriously.
Thinking only of the future, forgetting to step back and laugh at my self.
This immature frame of mind that instead embraces, takes for granted every other second is lost momentarily. 
Instead of touching on the laughter that comes deep within
Whether big or small. The meaning eluded with each look of your eye.
This translucent meeting that escapes into a place where nothing is forced.
Coming into an interpretation of total silence.
This chatter of hearts vibrating through a layer of skin.
It's hid carefully but at the same time seen through the slightest movement.
Needing to surrender to you, peeking through the clouds of reality.
Watching you day by day become the light of my life.
The ego appears, becoming a threat to things we know aren't true but at the same time is comprehended as something else entirely.
Attitudes and morals agree in difference. Firmly believing that one another is right, without comprise.
Being serious. Contemplating in the here after
after the moment has long passed. Wishing to place this rapture of different emotions under lock and key as love is prideful, absent minded, careful, thoughtful as well as selfish. Afraid too, as it can be seen as something different in each others eyes.
This sense of pride that hinders not just one point of view but spreads through out.
Becoming a fear that's never quite existed with such emphasis.
It's un-rational in a sense but conquers everything through conception.
This is what I mean by too serious.
Instead of light hearted laughter
It wasn't reassured, I expected you to automatically know that the universe was held tight in your hands. The thought of my world.
The focal point of eyes in deep need.
They reveal all that needs to be said.
An explosion that grows unstable, moments we've fallen in love with time after time.
This vibration that spreads into two beings.
The birth of separate thoughts that cling from one mind to the next.
Two separate people having the same thought at the same time.
This ideology which rationalizes each and every thought that I have of you.
At times I believe without a shadow of a doubt that you know.
But at times I'd like you to know
That it is reassured by the sound of my voice.
But is lost in the echo of your voice.
This vibration that longs to be close to you

Though my appetite is full
I still hunger, though not in the hopes of not becoming
a gluten,
Though your time is all I could ask.
I still find myself selfish, learning to preserve this taste.
For your attention.
A meaningful conversation that reveals all, spoken or non spoken.
Not at all stating that I would find my fill else where.
This craving that exists even while your near.
Often times I find restraint in thought, allowing you to be yourself
not cluttered every moment of the day.
More so it's the emphases I express in times of deep need.
This hunger that wallows within longing to be fed.
I am capable of this manifestation of thought.
But without you, I am simply lost in hunger.
Hoping you'd empathize

Over by the lake in thought, I sat and I  pondered.
Wondering of a love that would wash my sins away.
To be made a new in such a drenching sensation.
To be bathed in the ways of a beating heart.
With every smile, every word spoken.
I feel that she's near, Over by the lake in thought.
I would give anything to confess such profession.
My body; a nibble of bread in her everlasting thought.
Baptized in the blink of her eye.
Should the wells of her eyes ever dry I'd refill them with whatever tear I can provide.
To what tide do I offer such communion.
To find myself awaken in her eyes.
Every smile that flourishes across her face.
To imagine heaven with every step that she takes. The way the sun caresses her face,
Would this be considered blasphemy,
Becoming one with every breath that escapes her chest, caught by my lips.
This euphoric happening of any time, any place.
This mental elation, elevated with each throb of her heart.
I sit and I ponder,
Would she believe such testimonial.
The fear of an dream ending too soon.
Struggling to go to sleep and place myself where I saw her last.
With words unspoken
The total embodiment of total surender

Tell me, how do you speak so intimately.
The murmur of your voice caught in my ear.
I've enjoyed talking to you, almost as if you knew that I've waited to hear your voice.
Your thought pressed against my chest
for almost the entire day listening and laughing, interchanging in conversation.
Hoping to enter your thought world just as you've entered mine.
I miss this, having someone to relate to.
The stimulus of flight, tucked in the sound of your voice.
I am not labeling my flaws as just being a man but I am as myself, though every day cannot be as sunny as the next. I implore that a simple sorry would not do justice as it will take a lifetime to erase the amount of hurt of both ends from you to I.
I take full responsibility for the moments I've pushed you away, meaning only to pull you closer. I've repinted to the clouds that hang above my head to please bring my halo back.
My angel whom guides me through the storm.

I lose myself in these thoughts of you. Vividly as they appear.
Not wanting to appear weak in any shape or form in your eyes.
I've told you in full but at the same time I don't think you know the empathises of being missed as much as I've missed you. Though silent and the situation of trying to function normally while dying on the inside is hard to maintain.
Waiting for that one moment, fantasizing about your voice.
Wanting to hug you, to give my hands the sense of comfort of having someone to care about.
A sense of capturing each breath exhaled through your lips.
Feeling your heart beat close to mine.
I think about that often.
In brutal honesty I've never stopped.
The moments grown silent in thought,
Wondering by chance if that is one of the things you keep from me.
I understand that God makes no mistakes and that everything happens for a reason.
But one thing that makes my day,
Is finding his answer in the absolute joy of hearing your voice.
Whether in thought, through text.
Or actually hearing your voice.
I enjoy the intimacy of it all.
Emptying the thoughts of your mind into open palms.
I find myself closer to each and every thought. Hoping not to ever go without the essence of you again. If ever,
I'll hold myself ransom, threatening to jump off the bridge.
Deep into the Mississippi. Sinking in an current without return. Tenfold of each layer of  pain that I've caused you, may I face God's wrath for every tear that you've cried.
Each night before I go to sleep, I pray
For someone that could teach me more about myself.
That in the reflection of her eyes that all would be revealed.
I say that prayer nightly with you in mind
Faith that every touch will equal exstacy

It was never my intention to leave you standing outside.
I never heard a knock on the door, an unintentional contradiction of the welcome mat beneath anxious feet.
Though small, the hall extends to a larger room. Surrounded by two more rooms across from each other. Fair in size.
Prints of bare feet seep through thin socks;
The sharpness of your gaze. Cluttered in thought.
Remnants of the last place you stood.
Admiring now replaced siding.
The last time your back pressed against the side of the house, broken promises chipped off.
Weathered.
Nails pulled out and replaced with screws. An extra layer of tar paper.
You promised you'd return but never came back,
The decor of your essence repainted with a light tan, border still to be sanded down and nailed against fresh paint.
Moving from the room at the end of the hall,
Walking toward the front door then forgetting what I was going to do

Of all the colors in the world
There isn't just one that perfectly describes you,
A coloring book filled with all kinds of scribbles
and vibrant hues.
Tracing each line with the zest of reassurance.
A splash of purple and brown to highlight the horizon of your eyes.
A budding violet blooming in the wind
With specs of pink and blue between your fingers
An love affair begun with the touch of eyes.
Imagining our bodies drenched in red then double dipped in brown.
Curiously empathizing with pink hearts without the weight of heavy burden
The beauty of coloring outside the lines without hesitation.
In a kaleidoscope lost in an ocean of dark colored hair,
An mosaic colored in bright yellow, blue, green and brown.
Laid flat against white paper expanding in color, devouring each line of insecurity. An kiss over orange eye lids in a flash of white.
Bright stained eyes that sigh each moment that passes.
Tasted in the fountain of lips
Strawberry kiwi, Banana berry and rocky road
Shut flowers, soon to open; flourishing at your very thought.
Delicate with their touch
They Flicker then flash with the quiver of open lips.
Inhaling each breath that spreads against your neck

Sometimes all that is needed is a caress to fill the void of an endless empty feeling.
One that words on the other hand cannot mend.
The reassurance of head to chest, to feel the essence of an woman
living and breathing in his hands.
Though she is not the cause of the many things that run throughout his mind.
It is this silent bond that assures that everything is alright.
The steady calm of her heart pulsating against his ear to calm his own heart.
Just a moment to breathe in the same air as she does, the pause of a fast moving
heart finally laying it's head down to rest.
Bent bodies at ease, deep down I think she knows; the dreams the heart refuses to let go. Finding light in the shadows of melancholy
The cross guard that waves her hand at pleasant dreams.
This everlasting desire to be loved more grows with every look of her eyes.
He wouldn't ask her for anything that he himself is not willing to give in return.
Any and everything to meet this desire that beats with every breath that excavates deeper into his lungs.
The nature of man to woman, to love one another in perfect imperfection.
Misunderstandings of each others action soothed by the touch of each other's caress.
The sharing of arms clung to each others tight.
Deep down I think she knows, the nightmares that end soon as her voice echoes through her lips.
The reflection of one another's eyes looking back at them.
Eased forward in the recliner of her grasp.
Just one of the amazing gifts she shares, the comfort of herself.
A guarantee of safe passage to feet that often stumble.
He only hopes she understands; holding on to her for dear life
Afraid that she would slip from his grasp
Knowing to her that all of his imperfections are perfect in her eyes
Falling asleep to the calmness that lulls inside of her chest

I need you here,
To bring to life the premonitions seen when eyes close.
The reality of open eyes caught in a daze.
The thought of every touch.
The caress of every glance.
Open mouths that inhale private breaths passed from lip to lip.
The gift of present times longing your embrace.

I wouldn't confuse the reality of having you near
With the abrasion of things that's happened prior.
For as strong and as independent as you are, my biggest fear is becoming
An after thought to the standards of the things we both face.
The privacy of things kept behind our eyes.
The affection of things overlooked in the heat of the moment.
In the social media of our conversations, I'd never pacify
You.
As romance is well endowed, with the width of every throb my heart beats for you.
Interpreting with listening ears.
Meaningful conversations held each, with their tight grip.
If there is nothing good on TV let's soul search,
Finding my heart in your hands.
There is in fact nothing wrong with your attitude,
The passion that flows deep behind the wells of your eyes.
But understand the intensity only crackles around the fire built between us both.
Should it ever extinguish, I'll surely relight it.
For light is equally needed to see in the dark.
In the times of uncertainty, don't be afraid to grab my hand
As I'll guide you through the dark.
Reassurance that I need you just as much as I need you.
The depth of my soul pressed against your lips.
For if I should ever fall, I am confident that you will always be there.
I am not perfect in the least, for where I am weak, you are strong.
The missing piece to the puzzle of my heart.
You are far from the damsel in distress, genuinely mature and caring.
I know you have your own set of dreams and ambitions.
I respect your privacy, the intimacy
That implores both of us to achieve both.
Together nothing is impossible.
A perfect selfie of both of us lavishly enjoying the moment.
For you shall never be an after thought in the entirety of my heart

Whenever I think of you
I runaway with you in thought; the grasp of your hand, the throb of hearts echoing through the veins of our necks.
No matter How far; how fast we run.
There is nothing before us but space.
I've run for miles with you in my hand.
Pockets empty of everything else.
Keys, wallet. No annoyance of a buzzing phone.
Just you and I in search of the end of the rainbow, the things we've always dreamt.
When I think of you I often wonder in those moments if I cross your mind at the same exact time.
Just sitting wondering what the other is doing.
No matter how far the mirror rests
A reflection is still cast.
The reflection of far away eyes
Taking a moment to look beside themselves and magnify the others pupil.
Taking a moment to rest as nothing is promised.
Taking a moment to forever memorize
The expression across your face.
If I indeed satisfy you the way I dream I do.
The ease of eyes relaxing falling asleep to the thought of you.
No matter how far I run, I still want to run further.
Its so easy to say nothing else matters
As the rainbow is ever changing.
Leaning from one direction to the next.
The ever changing throb of our heart
Whether we run fast or run slow we both run.
Day turns to night then back to day
Expanding upon the length of promise.
Longevity in each drop of rain that pours beneath the sunset of lowering eyes.
Relaxing, falling asleep to the thought of you.
Running across each and every vibrant hue the rainbow has to offer.
Holding you by the hand lost in thought.
An instantaneous combustion of an heart filled with joy.
Humbled in the thought of you.
Without lack of depth as these colors seem transparent from a far
Without such speech to fully understand what's being said.
The feel of your footprint left on my soul of all the many places you've stepped.
A gospel sung with each and every look from your eye.
Though soundless. Their words are heard loud and clear.
A lullaby that grants comfort, a peace of mind that only the soul could uphold as enlightened.

Without worry I sit and wonder
When the next batch will come.
Dough rolled out, stretched and pulled,
Broken into pieces and stuck in the oven. Without the confines of an cookie cutter; natural in every way. An free form of emotional bliss laid flat on the pan.
I patiently wait, green plate on the table waiting for the oven to preheat.
The dough rises becoming smaller.
I only hope you understand
How lovely it is to be near someone you love.
Without the concealment of air tight bags they are free, the cookies that bake in the oven soon to be placed on a plate, devoured.
Introduced to the seduction of crumbs that come together; sweet, delightful
Before it fully hardens.
Soft, delightful.
Skinny dipping in an pool of cookie dough.
An illusion of things whole until broken apart by lips in full desire.
Drenched in saliva of deep need
Simultaneously becoming an memory
As well as a part of smiling lips.
The mistletoe that hangs above the heart.
Waiting for another batch made by your hands

Tonight I planned to take flight to the moon with nothing but the thought of you; borrowing your eyes as well as the throb of your heart.
Counting down the seconds until we blast off.
Our silhouette left shone on the face of the moon; our cheeks felt with the blush of the wind. Our face pressed tight from the force of how fast our heart peddles.
With you leaned back
Your cheek pressed against mine, sitting on the front of the handle bars.
The sound of the bike chain echoing off the stars; this cosmic feeling racing,
Pounding through my chest.
Watching you ascend the stars as I've always watched you do in the dreams I've had of you.
Profound, how you've changed my outlook on life.
Losing track of time in the simplicity of how wide your cheeks spread.
Saturated in the gleam of your eyes.
I've lost touch with the reality of everything that is real.
In the midst of waking eyes; I always forget what I dream about.
My perception of you as a shooting star blasting off to the moon
On a bike

Then there was her; then there was I.
Intangible to loves mystery, running away in thought.
Helpless; I want you to love me.
Your eyes lost forevermore in mine; forever awake in the blink of an eye.
The wells of your eyes drenched in mine.
Cast deep, a bucket tied to a rope.
Overfilled in the cusp of your heart.
In that instance I become selfish.
In the next I become shy; finding the words to tell you how much I love you.
At the expense of hanging on the other end of the rope.
The complexity of something so simple.
Its funny how I am obsessed with the thought of you.
Constantly turning the wheel
Yearning to taste your heart in everlasting bliss.
It comes natural.
To want you to love me.
Then there was her; then there was I.
Then my eyes sought; then they found

Soon as cupid closed his eyes and released his bow,
I immediately knew your face from my dreams.
The girl whose face I could never see,
You were always so quick to leave,
I'd pretend to hate you if it were true.
Just before I open my eyes the stars disappear only to reappear when I close them.
I slouch deeper in the couch awaiting your presence.
A chance to reciprocate just how I feel.
Forgiving you for not showing up a second sooner.
A hummus of white pastures
Devoted to the hunger of the sun,
Devouring everything in sight.
An maybe that invites the utopia of your thought,
Stung by an fleeting arrow, strung by the oasis of an longing heart.
Wondering aimlessly; an clear day
Without a single cloud to be found.
These are the times I think of you.
The horizon of my world.
The clouds move, curious in nature.
Beneath the pain of ribs struck by a fleeting arrow
You are there, the throbbing sensation that pulsates through my veins.
I miss you without having to look down,
I am neither naive nor stupid.
With quiet vocals
I deeply long for you on cloudy days
I deeply long for you now.
My enigmatic arrow
Migrate back to my side

Today I decided to pack a bag & take a trip,
Although the roads were the same,
I wanted to go somewhere I have never been.
Traveling a highway vast in length can be so mundane,
There are only so many ways you can go in a straight line.
I wanted to go somewhere I've always dreamt,
To partake in sights every time my eyes closed.
Memories that make it seem like I'm still there. Although gone.
Bright lit stars soon kindling the stretch of sun leading the way. 
The complete and utter randomness of your smile.
The spontaneous moments that last forever in the blink of an eye.
A Ferris wheel paused in motion at the very height of it's spin.
At times I feel like I can touch the sky.
This hesitation of a fluttering heart that races in disbelief, that this in fact
is real. That I am floating sitting still. Paying no never mind that I am afraid of heights.
To wear you with every ****** expression that crosses my face.
If I told you about this height of ascension, would breathing still be considered easy.
The entrance to a paradise of thought, just thinking about getting away.
With words unspoken, the mechanisms move,
Thrusting forward in motion. Falling face first into the thought of you,
Learning about you with a deep stare of unspoken motions, the things no one else knows as the sun is replaced by deep shadows.
A devotion to the fire that rests behind your eye.
The end comes so soon, I had just gotten here.
I have to plan another trip soon as I still haven't explored all the sights

If I could be anything
I'd be your pillow.
To grant you comfort in the times you need rest.
To truly understand you
To listen to all of your secrets.
And stay up with you all night
To comfort you.
And reassure you that you are beautiful,
In every single way.
To catch your every grin
Every fall of your tear.
The last time I saw you
You grabbed me so tight
I didn't want you to let go.
The feel of your nails dug in my back.
Whether your hair is freshly done,
Whether you tie it in a ponytail,
Whether you tie it up or wear a bonnet.
I welcome you just the same.
Lay your head on me and just relax.
Frankly, I wouldn't trade anything for that moment
As I find so much comfort in listening to you speak. I've always have.
We were lost in every conversation
That came to mind. Watching the rain drip down the window.
Though you feel that your rambling at times, I think no such thing.
I love hearing about the things that cross your mind.
Your thoughts
Your ideas.
Let your imagination run wild.
Tell me every detail.
I love how you are so fearless in your endeavors.
Your determination
Your commitment, passion.
You inspire me in an way I never thought possible.
To grant you comfort,
By any means necessary
As your pillow

I slumped down in the caress of her heart.
Resting my head in each throb that resides beneath my head.
A singular motion that echos a plural motion of mine.
I laid and I daydreamed.
Feet moving forward going nowhere,
Sighs drifted off into the horizon of her eyes.
Laying on the comforter of her heart.
Sheets wrinkled beneath the weight of my body.
I laid there and I stared off into the sun.
Seeing its light everywhere I looked after,
I was in complete comfort,
Blinded by the reflection of her eyes.
Letting loose the butterflies that filled my stomach onto the sheets that
lay beneath me.
They gave their wings a rest coming to lay beside me.
Caught in the glimpse of her eyes.
They've never witnessed anything more beautiful.
How precious, the moments that slowly pass laying here,
Her low cut eyes, an infinite sunset that rested in the horizon.
Deep down I wondered if she knew how beautiful she was.
Laying here in the center of her heart.
If I could spend the rest of my life here I'd be fine with that.
Just the echo of her heart, the way I feel when she's near
I miss her each second she's gone though not far.
Before I knew it, I went to sleep in everlasting bliss

I was conscious the moment her hand touched mine.
It felt as if I was sleep waking in a beautiful dream.
I had no insight to anything before that. No remembrance of if I dreamed or not.
There was no grogginess no want to close my eyes.
I felt at peace laying there watching her stare back at me.
The simpleness of it all.
The experience of something so precious shrewd in nature
To be perfectly honest there is no place I'd rather be.
Her voice assured a deep well that cured need for thirst,
the sheer depth of a look shared from eye to eye.
I told myself it was just a dream,
But when she touched me; I refused to wake

Perfectly observant,
We share the same exact struggle.
Perfectly normal,
A conversation with all but one subject.
Eyes that refer to the category
Of deep need.
Apologies do no justice.
Unpeeled oranges that sit in wait.
Guilty at first glance, suppressing true desire without a word.
Wanting to unravel- peel away at things kept from view.
Mistaking ears for a heart.
Just what are we observant of,
Have we become profound.
A perception seen but not heard
Are we that oblivious.
Selective, inconsistent.
Following our hearts through unspoken lips.
Soiled in the thought of need.
Was I ever ready to speak,
Needing, urging.-
What is it that you are trying to say,
I feel that this is us.
The priority of a first thought,
Overcoming all else.
Every day, a basket of oranges
In arms reach- woven together
In deep thought.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Spoiled by the nectar of lips

I was caught off guard by the everlasting effect of your smile.
In all honesty I thought I was prepared for the well placed explosion that took place in my heart.
In actuality, I was not.
Absent minded to the total embodiment that was you.
The coming of your lips,
The taste of your stare.
I did not know the effect your voice would have on me.
There wasn't a prayer that could have prepared me for you.
There was nothing left of what my heart use to be.
The occurrence of everything obliterated; Emptied.
The horizon filled by your silhouette; my hands lost in the light cast
by the radiance of your smile.
I was reduced to nothingness in the blink of an eye by a single look cast from
The stare of your eye.
The total sound of nothingness filled my heart with a peaceful hush
after the destruction you've caused with just a single look.

Without knowing, my heart beseeched my eyes.
I'd fallen in love; My heart leaving my chest to find a home
against the throb of hers.
The many pieces vibrant in hue,
The jitters of learning how to walk, to bask in the same air
someone you care about breathes in.
My heart had left me behind to indulge in the lips of hers. Big stupid grin imprinted under huge eyes.
Contents, poured out of the package into open hands.
It stumbled as it walked; My heart made of jelly like substance.
Upon where her heart would be there was nothing there,
An cliff with an note attached.
Upon reading her heart shortly appeared.
Grinning with much delight.
Before my heart could spew its affection, her heart pushed mine off the cliff.
Note fluttering in the wind.
Sweet, then bitterly sour.
The throb of her heart

I thirst for you but without proper size cup, what justifies reason.
Beginning to turn the faucet to a slow drip.
Little beads of water subsiding in memory.
Beginning to fill the cusp of hands.
Overflowing
Cascading into the true desire of drenched hands.
Holding near the thought of you.
Splashing down into the ****** of euphoria.
The beads of water that explode on impact in the palms of open hands.
Drops that cover everything in sight, feeling without thought.
This urge predicted with each turn under the faucet of pure bliss.
Unknowingly knowing the feel of your cheeks.
The press of your smile. Tattooed against skin.
The very throb of your soul pulsating against the wrinkles of my hand.
The ripples that occur with each and every thought.
I long for your empathy.
To quench such thirst