Waves on the ocean
Flowing with the moon-set tides,
Met by seas of sand

I want to
make love
to you
but not
in the way
you'd think

I want to
brush your soul
with my fingertips
and slip in and out
of this world
in your arms

I want to
show you
the galaxy
inside of my heart
and watch you
discover each star

I want to
press my lips
against your body
and write the story
of our love
in sloppy wet kisses

I want to
deeply inhale
your wild spirt
and get high
on all your
hopes and dreams

I want to
wander the maze
in your heart
and hang
my portrait
over the
cracked drywall.

I want to
feel you searching
my soul and
shouting out
in joy at
every piece you find

I want to
strip you
of your insecurities
until you can
bask naked
in the warmth
of my love

I want to
paint our lives
in vibrant memories
of days filled
with laughter
and nights filled
with passion

I want to
have all of you
in every moment
of every single day
for the rest
of forever

And if that
isn't making love.
*I don't want
to know
what is.

not everything is about *you

If the sky were red;
Would you be scared,
Or simply not care?

If the shy were tangerine;
Would you be angry,
Or buy a tamarin?

If the sky were yellow;
Would you find it mellow,
Or eat a bowl of Jell-O?

If the sky were green;
Would you think it weird,
Or hide behind a tree?

If the sky were violaceous;
Would you be jealous,
Or think it outrageous?