There is nothing more peaceful
than this gentle park
during the earliest morning hours
between midnight and daybreak.

Stumbling out a cracked window
to find serenity and answers in dimly flickering street lamps
and dew stained grass.

Walking along the evenly spaced trees
looking up towards branches
sprouting spring leaves like fingers against a dark sky.

The pale moon emitting a walkway against the sidewalk
leading towards abandoned swing sets
and benches waiting for the next day visitors.

These benches know all,
hearing stories of sorrow and romance
exchanged between couples-
offering comfort oddly through steel bars.

There is nothing more calming
than this last park bridge
at 3 in the morning.

I whisper to him
"Speak to me-
Speak to me in the language that I do not."

He breathed into the darkness
"Mi amor, tú eres el fuego"

I stop him and tell him
"No, do not tell of my being;
Speak of things arbitrary to me-
Make me fall in love with a useless conversation."

He is silent as he loops his gentle fingers roughly through my belt loops, pulling me closer
Until our bodies are one
His lips press to my collar bone
He opens his mouth and burns the sentence into my skin
"Mi amor por ti es el fuego.."

And here, I fall in love with his fire.

I crave you in the most innocent of ways.
You're like my morning refreshment,
that pulls me awake in a single thought of what's to come.
However, you're also my nighttime procrastination,
attempting to not think of time spent before drifting into slumber.

I indulge in the memory in the bright morning,
when I imagine that it is your sleepy smile pressed against mine,
instead of the lipstick stained rim to my coffee mug.
I imagine that it is your breath I am breathing in,
instead of the steam rising from my small cup.

And as I prepare myself for the day ahead,
I envision your arms wrapped meticulously around my hips,
instead of the sweater you always loved to see me wear.
I envision that it is the warmth I used to feel radiate through my inner body whilst watching the slight curve to your smile as you would greet me every daybreak,
instead of my car heater, striving to produce comfort in the early Texas winter.
I envision that it is your voice chorusing along as you strum an assiduously memorized Hallelujah on your guitar
instead of Jeff Buckley emerging through my worn out speakers.

And yet, I spoil myself with the memory of you as I yawn through my afternoon work;
I compromise: just one cup of coffee will keep me mindful.
But I also begin to deplore these sedulously laid out fabrications and daydreams when it's 3 in the morning, and the sun is still asleep and I've just brewed my second cup of you're sweet quality for the day.

As night became and daytime was lost,
There was a simple pleasure in the air
And we became a flurry of hands and lips and skin.

As morning broke and the moon said goodbye,
A chill crept along the grass
And we became a rush of clothes and coffee and car keys.

As afternoon so suddenly was there and the morning whispered farewell,
Came the instantaneous surge of the people in the streets
And we became a standstill of stares and worries and send offs.

Bad habits form like sins
Less than a month and you’re already stuck
It’s from the moment you begin
.
Some say they can be broken- with some discipline
But knowing the type of person I am, my body would erupt
Bad habits form like sins
.
A few uneasy starts and you’re already hooked- much like heroine
Simple reasoning, and I can deduct
It’s from the moment you begin
.
Other routines start to seem so foreign
When your dance with the devil begins to corrupt
Bad habits form like sins
.
Your everyday life will start to fall apart, left in ruins
The time you got hooked will leave you dumbstruck
It’s from the moment you begin
.
You can sit and search for hours of the origins
But still fail to see the beginning of this misconduct
Bad habits form like sins*
It’s from the moment you begin