Passionate kiss
Hips pulled closer
Thighs spread
Lips everywhere

Lustful
Wanting

Back arched
Hands grabbing
Eyelids fluttering
***** whispers

Senses heightened
Desire deepened

Body quivering
Breath unsteady
Satisfied sighs
Content moans

Sweaty
Spent

Legs crossed
Hands folded
Head down
Knee bouncing

Nervous
Awkward

Crinkled eyes
Genuine laugh
Eye contact
Leaning in

Comfortable
Easy-going

Forehead kisses
Holding hands
Head on shoulder
Arm around waist

Adoring
Protective

I’m unsure of the future.
I don’t know why because it’s set in stone.
Maybe it’s because I’m looking for a way out.
There has to be another way for us to make this work.
I’m keeping all this to myself because,
While you don’t seem content with the future,
You seem to have accepted it.

I don’t want to upset the boat.

We’re floating.

There’s only so much time.
It should be kept unspoiled.
I secretly hope you’re looking for a way out also.
I want to tell you, but not too soon.
Where is the balance of time?
How do I know when is too soon or too late?
We've only just begun,
And I get attached quickly and easily.
So maybe I’ll wait a little longer for you,
Even though you might be here already.

Don’t rock the boat, Naomi.


Maybe I’ll go with you…..

*Drowns

Q: Have you ever had the pleasure of a peace of quiet?

A quiet so loud that your mind goes from a euphoric and blissful silence to a resounding, deafening, and screaming black-out of sound. The quiet being the only matter in existence that your mind is filled with nothing else. It consumes you from the inside out and forces you to drown in it. A quiet that that takes away everything tangible and sensory. You have no air to breathe or taste, no color to see, no ground to feel beneath your feet. You begin to think that the quiet is all of the things it is blocking out- it thumps in your ears, giving you a headache; it blinds you with flashes of light; it chokes you; it fills your mouth with an unpleasantly tangy, salty, and bitter taste.

(But it is actually doing none of this. In fact, these “symptoms” are created by yourself in an attempt to recover everything that was before silence.)

A: Me neither.

The president and his wife-
they smile and wave.
The actress walking down the street-
she smiles and waves.
The schoolboy in the hall is a robot
who somehow behaves.
This woman on the bus tells her husband she loves him,
with her eyes in a daze.
An elderly man on the way to the doctor, stops,
and for some cigarettes pays.
A young man somewhere is dating a girl,
‘cause he must keep a secret of the fact that he’s gay.
I’m keeping things quiet so I don’t have to tell lies
about the real life I’m living that’s “led me astray”.

Anything that makes noise
Should not be done on a Sunday.
Don’t mow the lawn,
Don’t vacuum your home.
Respect the stillness that is meant to be.
There are but few exceptions
(However, your yard work and
Home improvement projects are not included).
The birds singing, for example.
Or the  sound of breakfast sizzling
Or the whisper of coffee pouring.
The loudest thing that should be heard
Is the laughter of company.
Family and friends are what the day is for.
If you don’t have those, then meet a stranger
So that next week, you have a friend for Sunday.

I''ll have my coffee black
And my pancakes chocolate chipped.
Don't take the paper back,
I was reading those comics.
What happened to your shirt, darling?
(That stain below the pocket…)
It was crisp and white this morning,
Now it’s got a puddle on it.
Here, let me open the window up-
I want to hear the sunshine.
Here, let me refill your cup.
Oh my, it’s nearly nine!
Wait, I'm going to give you a kiss.
For that there is enough time.