Trying to feel the thinness of air,
Running through your fingers like silk
Gently pushing around you in a soft embrace
Intangible tendrils wisping around your face
Ever present,
And forgotten

If you fall for me; don’t fall for who I am on a good day first.
The first thing you should see is the sweet
melancholy hiding in the corners of my eyes.
The first thing you should melt over is the softness of my belly and how
I’ve grown accustomed to the idea that my hips may never correlate
with the rest of my body’s shape.
The first thing that should tempt you is the clean slate of my face and
absent-minded behavior, how I can never seem to notice when someone notices me.
Don’t fall in love with my sweet demeanor, because
I promise it won’t last.
Don’t fall in love with my laughter unless
you’re willing to earn it on an especially bad day.
And please, don’t fall in love with my voice unless you can
be patient enough on the days it refuses to come out of hiding.
If you fall in love with me, dive in and
search for the deepest parts of me.
If you want my love, accept the sharpest pieces that cannot be repaired
and please, please handle me with care.

Soft I shall remain
against hard and sharpened
happenings

with open heart
and bated breath
I wait...

Give me
not your softness
—tonight

too hard
to forget
—and survive

Soft  yellow sunrise
my first morning waking up
looking into your eyes

Lying still in the moment
to soak it all in
a calm beating heart & an unscathed grin

Wrinkled sheets and messy hair
sipping fresh coffee
in a chipped-paint chair

A new beginning & the feeling of home
making sense of the past
and my journey alone

It lead me to your smile, which lead me to your kiss
and being wrapped in your angel wings
in a night of heavenly bliss

This morning I found my purpose
and I hope to see 1000 more
soft yellow sunrises streaming in behind your door

My eyes plead for sleep, for sleep
But night entreats me to creep, to creep
Out in the black so deep, so deep
And follow the fence so neat, so neat
Up the hill so steep, so steep
Where light shines so meek, so meek
In a cold breeze so weak, so weak
Under a tree that's sharp, not bleak
And do the wild dance for dreams

Finally.. I make my way up the path
with anticipation
I can feel the soft ground beneath me tremble
Small quakes of passion it seems...
This journey has long been anticipated
Not sure how much longer I could have waited
My body, awakened
In expectation
of rejuvenation
Once I reach "that" destination

The closer I get, the more
the ground shakes
tho - not continuous,
it pulsates
I begin to feel the heat
The warmth on my face
The bitter-sweet aroma tells me
I'm in precisely the right place
headed in the right direction,
Protection?
Not needed.  For this secret place
requires none to enter
Only to taste what has been stored
through the winter

So inviting this place is.
Greeted by soft, smooth mounds
glistening...
listening
To the sounds of the nectar as it flows..
anticipating my arrival
And now that I'm here
I taste......
An explosion of ecstasy
as this delicacy
enters my mouth
I feel myself being rejuvenated
yes...
This is why I waited...

The earth shakes, and opens
releasing it's sweet nectar
asking me to enter...
Slowly, I do