Joy is the bittersweetness of life.
Knowing something so beautiful
Will be gone so soon.
Lovely yet terrifying.
Peaceful yet heart wrenching.
I savor the taste of your lips on mine.
Your breath in my ear as
My fingers tickle your neck,
Like dandelion tufts
Barely catching the wind.
You whisper my name as I breath in
Your smell of pine cones and rosemary.
A bubble pops every time I
Become more woman and less child.
We sway to the music of our souls,
Dancing a legato waltz for
The first and last time.
You laugh as the summer breeze
Pulls my dress up my legs.
My mind is a beautiful inferno
As you perform magic I have never seen.
I feel beautiful until you are gone.
I feel empty until you come back.
My soul is no longer independent
Of it’s soulmate, and I cannot tell
If I am drunk on happiness.
You have become my home.
A bubble pops.
Your lips taste like womanhood
And I feel beautiful.