Once more.

Press your lips against mine
And let us allow time to take a rest
As the reds and greens of the traffic lights
Caress our cheeks while we pass silently in the night.
I’ll let you take my hand in one of yours
And I’ll let you hold my heart in the other.
Breathless. Light. Euphoric.
I am drowning in the taste of you.

And I can't help but find myself
Eagerly waiting for a once more.

Life is not short.
It is the longest thing you do.
So don't hurry the flower to bloom.
So it can live its life peacefully,
without someone waiting for them to die early.

Pine trees grow toward a
Heaven they will never reach
Perfectly content

(A gradual dream of more)

the Scale of Continued Practical Worth, is set...

one pan holds our Mind Born As Is
Dueling in the opposite tray, lay the Experienced Mind With Growth,  
beginning to tip into an immediate fluttering imbalance

Dissatisfaction debuts as
mid-crowning meets first breath
The pre-cradle screams
Run parallel with the desire for want

A leveled contentment
is laid out in a pasture of vast
to be taken possession of
Keeping forever,
within immediate grasp
Too tangible to breach  

While “the more, the better” is what is the vehicle driving us to this jaded result

We never stop striving for the bigger next better. So long as this goes on, comfort and contentment get lost in the past, as years blow away the life of ease
when and where we would have wanted for nothing

My mind used to run
A day ahead
And sometimes
It would get lost in
Weeks ahead.

Now,
All I can think about
Is you and me
Feet buried in cool sand.
One towel to shield us
From the ocean breeze.
My head on your shoulder
Your head resting against mine.

And how beautiful it is—
The world in our now.