The warmth of this place burns my eyes, ears, and face Sets my stomach aflutter and my heart to race. The heat of this balm ignites my soles and palms Quiets the thunder in my head and my mind is calm.
The swelter of this ocean moves me to action Causes a leap in my step and my smile to brighten. The boil of this feeling gives me vertigo, sends me reeling Makes my skin crawl with glee; a phantom itching.
This place is a silence, a haven, a balance This place is the personification of pleasance. This place is a kind moment in the rush of time This place is my shelter; this place is mine.
Conflicting feelings on Cole's day. It helps to think he wouldn't want me unhappy. This, along with Cole Pt. 2 are my last poems for awhile. I'll spend my self-imposed hiatus editing old poems, finishing unposted works, and relaxing. Well wishes, Chaus