A cool wind touching crevices
of your face, escaping
hot air and dodging quickly
as to not be caught by sun.

Your eyes gleaming deeper
than ocean waters
disguising life below them as thick,
uninhabited.  

White birds sink deep into sunsets,
seen from different windows,
all whispering the same words..
look at me and feel beauty

I can picture your hands,
cleaned, but stain imprinted
placed softly on my skin,
alone, with waves crashing.

Time is no constant.
There's only light and it's absence.
Your smile never fades away.
No envelopes with red writing.

I can hardly feel the fabric
worn loosely on my skin.
There's scattered sand upon it,
on sun-soaked salty bodies.

We're happily pacing
a shore of endless shells
laughing about stories
of work and other chores.

I want no one other
than your green eyes, blinding
to take me there, love me bare,
a shore with just our footsteps.

I used to see just shadows
painted on concrete.
Scared of seeing sun above;
With whom our forms compete.  

I thought that only shadows
surrounded me before.
Before you painted color
in sunlight, off the floor.

I walked around in trances
evaluating time.
Trying to move forward, empty,
walking a straight line,

Until I felt your fingertips,
Collapsed beneath your shade,
Inhaled the air escaping you,
And watched the daylight fade.

The shadows I believed in
Weren't shadows anymore.
They're pieces of a puzzle
Filled with life and dreams galore.

You show me there is more to this
Than working everyday.
There's moments, seconds, memories
I hope won't go away.

I hope our lips colliding
Will never be routine.
That we will never frown
When smelling racing gasoline.

I wish that late night thoughts
Continue to be said.
That every bit of stubbornness
Stays within your head.

I hope you'll never see the
Ink upon my skin as boring,
That no one else within this world
Will write you notes each morning.

You showed me shadows only are our
footprints on the ground.
You're the one. The only,
With whom my heart is bound.

I am sun and you are moon.
Caressing countlessly
Cranes and Starlings swoon
With love effortlessly.

I paint the daybreak flawless
with color sinking in
Moon is gathering the waves
while Mantas sink and swim.

You wrap yourself in darkness
with holes and craters deep,
Orbiting a world that has you
shackled at your feet.

I can see it spinning, with
everything it holds.
And I'm afraid that one dark day,
it might just steal your soul.

I can't control your presence
parading atmosphere,
And must not always worry
That the waves will disappear.

Nor reminisce on memories
so many "moons" ago,
That orbit other planets,
of which we'll never know.

And maybe all this warmth
inside my soul so bright,
is overtaking judgment
and misjudging moon at night.

The heat within me rising
might be unwarranted.
So I will just shine brighter
and make flowers bloom instead.

You can love an idea
With its dreams and intentions
Visualization
The beauty of its makeup
The intensity of its motive

But an idea doesn't comfort
An idea doesn't kiss
It doesn't prove things
Or make decisions

An idea is an option
An idea is an example
An idea is what you want and need, but doesn't make the effort

I miss that week in November...
The skies still smiled, blueberry.
Winds awake in silent upheaval
nights without windows of ice.

On a smaller mattress, we slept.
Close with no option to distance,
Days carried on without knowing
Time held us in its grasp.

There's awake or there's alive.
Both are people we know counting fingers
You awoke me with your kisses
You traced me with your eyes.

Deep beneath the skies of dark satin,
The night you may not remember.
I recall as if it were minutes
Between what was then and now.

2 am, your sweat, my whispers.
The feeling of never enough
our heat exchanging impulses.
Then your sudden hands on my cheeks.

Your lips my lips you kissed me
As if they were a sacred nectar
I could feel all the corners the crannies
Your heart that encompasses mine

Just an unsuspecting gesture
A silent and beautiful moment
How I miss that eve in November
When none else invaded our minds

You don't understand
When I'm sitting here
There are only so many posts
So many apps
So many pages in books
And marks on my shopping list
You're having fun, in the palm of your hands
A game in your face
While I sit here
Wondering
If you really care
If you'll ever show it
Be spontaneous
Ditch technology
And waiver the others
Who play with you for hours
But eat at their houses
Forget about you most of the day
And me, I'm here
Watching, waiting, wishing
That you'll look away
For awhile and see
My heart bleeding
In my hands
Wanting you to put it back
And kiss me for awhile....

There is a force occurring
underneath eyesight
when tides brush gently up the shore
underneath moonlight.

A force, intimidating;
but needed in this place.
Containing every being,
placing wrinkles on your face.

This force is only recognized
by word of gravity.
Something we cannot control,
and something we don't see.

Last night I sat and pondered,
what explains that energy.
The airborne dopamine
that we exchange--you and me.

When you're holding me so tight,
my lungs begin to tire,
but all I feel are spinning wheels;
explosions of desire.

When we're laying closer than
the world could see with open eyes,
You breathe me in, I drink you in,
your skin I idolize.

That feeling that the world could stop,
the forests--set ablaze
and I'd be wrapped in you,
sweat and yearning, in the haze.

The knowing that everything
is only temporary,
that happiness is possible,
and love: extraordinary.

I now know what to call it.
Not chemistry, not feels.
We create something beautiful,
our gravity is real.