There comes a point in your life
when you stop enjoying romantic movie scenes anymore
touch feels skin
kiss feels yet another lips
getting together feels existing together
love feels commitment
and that commitment never feels romantic

you search for romance
you force for it
but never get the butterflies again

A scent of lavender colors the room
as her metal clipped heels
announce her arrival
One thought rolls over and over
in his mind
like a bird pecking on suet
They had reached a tipping point
in their relationship
He knows how to spell commitment
and rejects the mere smell of it

Her arm curls out
reaches around him
as she presses her greeting against him
a greeting that carries
a pressure to decide

As she smiles her hello
her eyes search
every crease in his face
looking for a sign
that he wants them to be real
real enough to step
together on the same path

What she finds  
is a vagueness
pooling in his eyes
a resolute tightness
covering his jutting jaw
a signal that he is sliding
around and away
from a vow, a promise
of a future together

If only you could see into me
You would know how much I love you
my heart is forever yours  
I Wanna share my life with you
I will show you you're so
much better than you know
Oh when you're cold
I'll be there
Hold you tight to me
Oh when you're low
I'll be there
By your side baby

To put it plain, you’re cheating:
your eyes are wandering off the test in front of you
and into grass that still seems green, like
the eyes you suddenly fall into when they smile
and dance on a face so much like
the one you used to love when
you were young and now again,
you strain at commitment’s tether
because on the other side of the fence
there might be more to life than getting old.

Here is a beautiful mural
But I think I shouldn’t add any more to it
It might get overdone or ruined
I’m all about not ruining a good thing
Just like when people ask me to sing
I’m not like the rest
People look for batteries while I look for the North to my South
Maybe I’m too serious about some things
But I also doubt myself too much
Trying to cut that habit out of my system

You are the bee
And I am the flower.
You cling, and sipped
My nectar.
Sweet that is bitter.
Because with no words,
You just left.

He headded home.
A little bit ago.
All that's left is this pillowcase,
Where his precious head lie.
Once emerssed in the sent,
The air seems so stale,
When compared to his aroma.

"I miss him already."
Such a commen phrase.
I realized that after,
I had already whispered it to myself.

Right after I heard his car pull ou,.
My hands hold the sides,
Of the kitchen sink,
Thinking.
And I know.
I know that I am now in waiting.
That was the peak,
And now in the valley,
I will have ti start,
Hiking up the mountain again...
Again.

All I will hold the memories of tonight.
To close for comfort
Replaying them.
Until I forget.

I wish I could see him every day.
I wish I could hear from him more.
I hate how everyone else knows,
Knows how pure he is.
And now they want him too.
He is just so busy.
He is just so needed.
He is spreading himself thinner,
Than his skin can stretch.
The energy lost,
Made up for in a drink,
Of artificial chemicals.
His heart races fast.
Too fast.
And It's not due to me.

I want him.
But I know I can't have him.
He just can't take it.
So my memories aid me,
Until I can hold him again.

He stands before her
as surveying a Renoir, overwhelmed
by red splashes from her nails, her lips
Entranced by her sparkling blue eyes
and hair swept across her shoulders
its crackle, as wind blown fields of barley
Her words cool him as though
dipped in Box Elder Creek
Her moves have the grace of cirrus skies

He thinks this is a settling place
fit to build a homestead