Your true life began as you
Picked up your first pencil.

Learning your words and
Sharing them; thoughts became

Things.

Intertwined,
kissing,
in the relentless surf,
she accepted
every angle
of her
wonderful predicament
& he
on the other hand,
was willing and able
to dish out his very best,
glistening,
stoking coals,
in and out
under the moonlight
casting a pale light
on their romance,
they wished on falling stars,
listening to the shoreline
lap continuous-waves
& soft whispers.

When we are
Bruised,
The colours
May fade
But inside we
Still bleed
For a moment, for a whole lifetime that comes to pass