I kissed you
And the took the plunge
Cold water rushed over my skin
As the breath was forced out of my lungs

Suddenly there was nothing else
Just your body under mine
Our movements were fluid
As our hearts beat intertwined

I felt so warm
Your passion melted me like a candle
I let my lips drip down onto you
My waxy kisses left the marks of a vandal

I didn't want to stop
Thoughts of you took over my head
I was so in love
And all I could see was red

There's a mountain climber
Enjoying the breeze
As he takes a deep breath
On a peak among the trees

There's a tired girl
Relaxing in a shady spot
Trying to decide
Whether to take a nap or not

There's a teenager
With music in his ears
He's losing himself in the beat
And forgetting all his fears

There's a distance runner
Picking up his slack
And he feels a sense of pride
Because he's finishing at the head of the pack

There's a student
Who has just finished a test
And she's letting out a sigh of relief
Now she can get some rest

There's a group of kids
Who are trying to leave the heat
And as they jump into a pool
The cool water swallows them complete

There's a man coming off of work
His children hug him at the door
And in that cherished moment
He remembers what he's working for

But of all these simple pleasures
There's one that reigns supreme
Because there's a boy writing a poem
About the way love feels with the girl of his dreams.

he introduces himself
saying quiet, but slipping in, firm:

“something he knows for sure,
no is no”

I, (19, f)

replying, smiling
saying louder, firmer:

“something she knows for sure,
yes is yes”

and he says

“yes, ma’am,”

returning her smile, so shyly,
while blushing, so loudly,
thinking he said something dumb,
looking down at his shuffling feet,
covered in worn out cowboy boots

I like this guy
I like this man.

one day
it will be easy to breathe
my lungs will inhale flowers
and honey
it will be second nature
like riding a bicycle
like tying a shoe
like swallowing a pill
and i will hold on
tightly and
with shaking hands
until then

The same scroll and click, scroll and click.

Close.

Reopen,

Refresh,

Re-scroll.

I can't stop.

this one starts where so many have
bed-begun

a weekend morn,
sun flooding the chamber,
we swap YouTube fav's,
over cups of almost
hotter coffee

I ******
with
"Roxanne" by Police;

she subtlety point counterpoints my
unsubtle advances, parrying by
sending me dreams of
the **** promised land of

"El Tango of Roxanne,"
from Moulin Rouge

I concede,
she pleased,
pleases me,
that her triumphed victory came so easy

not realizing my plan all along,
realizing, my all along man plan

ah,
Saturday, Naturday,

making natural spring water
poems
drawn from the saucy source
mother (bed-sun-music) earth

this one ends where so many have
bed-begun

One day your name will be etched across my chest
Each letter imprinting itself on my beating heart
A murmur will float from one vein to the next
Urging my crimson blood to paint it like a piece of art.

It will spread through my body like a wildfire
And every cell will whisper of its sweet beauty
I will discover it's complexities and fulfill my desires
To know it in its purest form will be my only duty.

As it gradually makes its way into my soul I am compelled to smile
For I feel love blooming like a rose from the essence of my being.
And I've kept it in my thoughts for more than just a while,
Because having you in my life is the only thing worth guaranteeing