Do you ever stop…
and really look?
Feel the breeze through your fingers,
hear little kids laughing as they run,
watch an old couple window shopping?
A pregnant mother,
a girl and her dog on a bench,
sneaking him her ice cream—
Do you feel the flowers bloom?
Do you let the rain kiss your face?
Do you hear the waves crash?
Do you notice old friends catching up,
girls in their twenties joined by the hip,
an old man enjoying the sun?
I see it all.
And I’m asking you—
look with me,
feel it with me,
let yourself notice
how alive love and life can be.

I wish to be cared for so gently
Like I pet my dogs face
Hold a flower scared it might break
An antique object frightened to shatter it
I wish to be loved
As if  i am a masterpiece myself
That you are terrified of ruining

It was raining today.
I stopped and sheltered from it,
watching the rain fall.
The flicker of my cigarette,
the sound of thunder—
all I could envision was you and me.

Running through the palace,
finding shelter,
laughter echoing, our clothes dripping.
Your hand in mine.
You grabbed me as I am merely a gentle flower.
I felt your lips on mine,
taking every breath of mine.
And you looked at me.

Those eyes.
I stare into the raindrops,
seeing those eyes,
hoping one day
they won’t be a part of my imagination,
but a memory my heart holds dear.

Dreams are thought to be in sleep
I dream every day
I dream of being caressed so gently
Afraid I might slip away
I dream of being cared so gently
Afraid I might break
I dream of not being seen as too much or too little
But just enough
I dream of not fighting anymore
I dream of being carried
I dream of being seen
I dream of being understood
I dream of being heard
Worshipped, loved, cared, appreciated,
I dream so much
But is that what it all is
A dream

I have fallen down a deep hole
And I can not get up
The more I try, the more I sink
So I just sink and sink and sink and sink
Until that's all I am
A sinking body

Two people, one time, one place…
Same time. Same street. Like magnets, maybe.
Drawn by each other
A fleeting moment?
A passing glance?
Just a second
Or was it the prologue to something much bigger?”