Decisiveness.
Swift and unfaltering.
steady strokes
unite ink and creamy paper
to herald this new day,
new life, anew.

I collect things- mostly words
written and unspoken
they hold a certain enchantment
and I gather them into my arms, my heart
like a greedy child
on seashell spun shores
and I hope to keep them here-
eternal and youthful
like the first memory of fireworks
and hot caramel
or glowing sea waves

I stack them on shelves
in between pages
in secret corners
even whispering to the wind
and in between the sheets

I keep things
and steal some things
like sunshine, rain, a kiss
because I wanted to
maybe you wanted me too
Desire is fleeting, ephemeral and often fickle
but it is decisive in the heat of the moment
sharp as a knife,
and it cuts through my thoughts
again and again
until
maybe just until-

I run out of pretty little words to collect
leaving me no choice
but to sing it out loud
the first three words I took
I took from a single glance
a secret gaze
from an electric dance
that we started
along time ago
one that seems to go on and on
like the pounding rhythm
of erratic heartbeats.

All of it means so little,
all of it means everything
or nothing.

And until that day comes
let me lie here
alone but me and the stars
to spin those pretty little words
feel their cadence on my tongue
with my eyes closed

lie here and wait
until the last sound
of your name
escapes me

And the enchantment
complete.