I like to imagine,
That our hands are intertwined together,
That our legs are tangled in the sheets,
That my head is on your chest,
And our heart beats in synch

The most perfect form of silence
is the one where everyone is asleep
& the only noise is the faint train off in the distance
with the wind rushing back & forth
and the stars shining so bright you can almost hear them twinkle
and the soft sound of rustling sheets
and everything is peaceful
but maybe not so silent after all

It won’t happen all at once, but sooner or later you’ll look around and bed sheets will be covering everything you knew and the weight of the dust and debris will suffocate you as you try to scream for everyone to come back.

~The blankets are on
but the sheets still fall off
maybe it's time to fold
and get on up.

LOVE
Is magical, my mother used to say
It will
T
R
A
N
S
F
O
R
M
You and leave you
b r e a t h l e s s
But she
Didn’t tell me
That love is the gap between your thighs
That love is the entanglement of
skin on skin
She promised a feeling
Not a rough touch
Of someone who just wants to use you for
A night
What is love
But long-term lust
That will teach you
Brokenness does not mean
You are torn in half
It just means you thought for a moment
That love
Existed
Outside of storybooks
And beyond the depth
Of a one night ****.

Quiet whispers

mark the morning

hushed, and rattling

like the leaves on the concrete outside;

eyes sleepily open

to mid morning sun

blinking

struggling

to see the new day.

Your arm sneaks over me

and you pull me close-

I won't be leaving the soft bed before you this morning.

your soft breath haunts the back of my neck

sending chills down my spine,

your loving lips caressing away

the strands of hair that have fallen over my face;

your fingertips brush-

so gently

so softly-

as if I were a doll that would break

and be lost forever

or a vision that would melt away

and disappear.

We laugh quietly-

this is our world

and no one can disturb our play

when we are so absorbed in each other-

our smiles making the shadows of night

cringe,

and melt into the corners-

ashamed to be there

in the presence of our golden light.

Here,

in your arms,

in our morning world,

there is nothing that can break my spirit,

nothing that I cannot feel glad for.

You

and I

we are happy,

we are free to love

and laugh

and live today-

and every day-

because happiness is here,

with you.

No interlocking of feets,
I shiver under my sheets.

No arms to hook on
No shoulder to lean on
--but I still hold on.
No nose to rub
No elbows to nudge
--I keep you in my garage.
No lips to kiss
No tongue to twist
--but somehow I still miss.
No one to meet
No one to beat
--I admit you are a need.

No interlocking of feets
I shiver under my sheets.