i wanna sip your thoughts
from a crystal clear
inquisitive
wine glass.
leisurely while
nuzzling my nose into soft shoulder,
& watching the sunrise.

when content
encompasses me,
the way i ache for your arms to;
i do not fight it.

this intimate quicksand revolution.
when friends ask how you ‘feel about him’
denying the obvious
only makes it more prevalent.

reflection made by morning
cotton candy skies &
sincere soft cyan eyes.

we all have our
happy little sins,
dont we?

unaware of the consequences,
i get high on your fault lines.
you, a planet pollutionless.

your existence
is a little more human than the rest of us.

i have never known moderation.
this is no exception.

thesaurus is absolutely useless.

when i fall,
it is not gracefully.
despite my middle name,
clumsy better suits me.

knocking over labels & normalities,
i trip recklessly.
forgive me for
feeling too passionately.

this life i live,
will not be rooted in apology.
im sorry i have feelings for you.

what the hell am i sorry for?

light never shines
unless i flip the switch;
common sense says this.

but, what if i light a candle?
fill the air w/
sweet scented silence.
inhale the moment.