Is this what it feels like?

How it feels to move on?

I feel like I'm flying,

like this cannot be wrong.


If I fall in love,

Will it feel like betrayal?

My heart sings its song,

And it no longer feels frail.


And I've learned to give up,

On hating the world,

But I still hesitate,

To give it a whirl.


Instead I sit here,

Blushing bright red,

Letting sweet words,

Rush to my head.

Your skin, slick with sweat,
Burns where it meets mine,
Which feels to be every piece of me.
It reminds me of the summers sun;
I lay still, afraid you'll fall away,
Your blazing fires with it.
Instead I sit and ponder;
It feels good to be under
Summers harsh heat once more.
My own flesh grows hot,
Blood rushes to give color
To my failing parlor -
I've gone pale, but you!
You've saved me from becoming weak
With your self ignited fires,
Warming me from within.
Lips fall open, tongue is held..
A thank you slips out.

Do I ever miss summers scorching sun..

Texas early night sky

nightstands
like deserted islands
next to rumpled bed

fake hibiscus in bloom
clipped onto curtains

favorite lip glosses
cradled in basket
on vanity sink

sparkly bead earrings  
displayed   in
see-through pockets
on stuffed closet door

silken blouse draped
on spare chair
awaiting an outing

candy wind  hibiscus
sways in the breeze
a playground for lizards

my face
when I realize
you are looking at me
handsome man

Pardon me O angelic being of female specimen but white feathers like cities of gold
seem to cover your arms of intricate starry mold,
Your scarlet lips,
were they by any chance stolen from the roses of the gardens of Heaven?
& adorned with the blush of cheek of the goddess Venus;
'Cause daughter of Eve, thou art a lush reincarnation of the Gospel of Jesus.

See this young lady I speak of, she represents something larger than life,
I mean, lions run through her hair
& rainbows borrow her complexion,
The civilizations beneath her skin
light their street lamps when those of this world have grown dim;
thus her diamond soul wears a glow shy of a firefly,
It's no wonder that diamond soul sounds like an ocean of fire,
A fire like the song of a thousand golden crowns.
& the way light obeys her curves,
Gravity pays respect, stone statues hold their breath,
like voices in the snow, they remain mute
For they fear they may utter a truth that she already knows.. but here I go.

You are beautiful.
In the very sense of the word,
see how your essence robs sense of these verbs!
Who'd imagine I'd find such exhilaration
just from uttering the 3 syllables of your first name;
from writing the six letters of your second,
No, don't start counting..
Let's just..
get lost in the moment.
& maybe hope to find ourselves
somewhere in the kaleidoscopical symmetry
of an angel's wings unfolding,
Refined by the sunset sketched fires
of our passions, keeping in mind,
that our each & every action
has an impact on a chosen fraction of the Universe;
Like how your butterfly kisses displace galaxies.

But then you put a finger to my lips & tell me to just hush..& get lost in the moment.

While the snow reveals its keenest love for the sun ;
Its snowflakes start to dance and  it melts with blush ...