Life
Snapshot moment
Love, laughter
Hidden whisky shots under silent
stars
Bare foot dancing on piano notes
cascading down from the roaring
sky
eyes, capturing mine in a rosy glow
of friendship, hardwood cool
against bare theighs
Fingers strong, firm, warm around mine
on my side, my leg, pulling warmth to the surface of cool skin
skin, knuckles grazing ribs
teeth nipping gently
quietly as she continued to talk
your kisses on my knuckles
soft, teasing tongue
Body heat pulsing under
bursting stars comets falling
into your eyes
leaning over me, pinning me
almost kissing me
cradling chin, cradling face, cradling body, cradling soul
Your heat, your lips soft
hair, fingers tangled in kitten hair
that brushes my lips, my lips
against neck
I couldn't help
my searching mouth, whispers confessions, want, desire, adventure, freedom, laughter
Life.

You do not **** a goddess.
You open up her chest,
looking for magic
and leaving darkness instead.
You caress her skin
until the stars cut through it
from the inside,
eager to be touched as well.
You look for the universe in her eyes
and you get lost,
while she has to find you again.
You do not **** a goddess,
you do not make her less than she is,
but you lose her,
if while worshipping her
you forget that she bleeds.

Come, fly with me
my soul cannot be still
with your alpine eyes watching me
and your smile
filling my veins
with bubbles of ecstasy

We are grasping at words hidden beyond this wall of misunderstanding
Misconceptions and harsh observations become the crux for our downfall
and your words lash against me as sharp and stinging as willow branches running.
So much pain behind the eyes which watch mine with a distant ache
and I cannot stop.
If my happiness is your hatred how can we go on?
How can we proceed with truth as our mat, honesty our flying carpet and love the wind that buoys our stiff limbs.
My love is tied to the fresh peaks coalesced in my heart as the atoms of my survival and their laughter is written in the snowbanks we fall upon, the gravel spat back from beneath our hot tires racing down old overgrown trails, the burning heat of flint and steel fires gasping in the breeze
we are so different.
my honesty you call selfishness.
We are both new developing beings with the world open to us in every which way.
we cannot hold eachother to what we used to be and your accusing glare grates on my worn nerves and
I cannot stop.
I cannot stop hurting you with my happiness because it is found in trees, wind, rocks, gurgling river beds
places you cannot contend with
I know you hate it.
and maybe we are better off apart
maybe we need space to breathe
to learn how we are as individuals
who we are.
I will still love you.
a small part of me will always love you
but perhaps this is the crossroad
for our relationship
perhaps I will go left
and you will go right.
It will not be nice
It will not be clean or kind
But it will be healthy
and we will grow
and find loves that lift our wings
not dampen them..