eyes averted from the truth I took a chance A glance in your direction Then your eyes met mine
Me in my red dress
You in that captivating charm We couldn’t ignore the electricity that sparked As we longed to embark on a fiery journey
It didn’t take much
A sly grin as a welcoming
A slight brush against my thigh
A beating began within our chests
And traveled to our loins
And we knew
And you said, “Now the real danger begins.”
It was a spark to ignite the nuclear holocaust
Everyone in its wake affected
caught by the fire
or deserted after the storm had passed
All I wanted was your hands lifting my red dress
To feel your warm breath next to my skin
To hear the song of poetry between two lovers
I didn’t want much but I craved it all
After that first taste.
It’s getting late and we’re dying to find out
what’s fated us here tonight.
You dare to ask what I’ve done, where I’ve been,
I’ll tell you more than you’d want to know so let’s start this off slow.
The truth can be a dangerous thing;
you can’t unhear it once the stories have cleared.
I’ve held the hammer to a bludgeoned heart,
been the reason love and light broke apart.
I’ve danced across graves at night,
celebrated the taste of freedom that was mine.
I’ve destroyed many with a single look
then let go of ’em before they could sink their hooks.
I’ve lived through it all with eyes glued to the sky,
as a witness without remorse, only living on the outside.
With a heart paralyzed and surrounded by flames,
I curated multiple tragedies as cupid’s arrow took aim.
With hearts discarded,
I’ve since repented and paid the price
of these words and actions of a former life.
My dear, on this night with you I promise-
my pounding heart is now yours. If you’ll take it,
please don’t open the glovebox where there lies a knife.
I wake to the sound of him
pinging my phone.
It’s too early for
bright-eyed longing stares
to the love of my life
as my eyes burn from
the phone’s bright light.
With eyes barely opened,
I reach over to tell him
“Good morning, my love.”
He sends his love in return
and I feel his love beating
through my chest from across the pond.
How his smile awakens every
nerve in my body, how it eases
every ache that arises as my body
shifts. If I lie here long enough
to soak in his beaming smile it’ll
surely eradicate the piercing forming
through every extremity.
Tender love is our medicine,
taken in various doses throughout
the day to coast along a high plateau.
And in this moment, our morning routine
of enchanting greetings and air kisses,
it’s exactly what we need.
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Dream of love in lace
covering favorite go-to places.
Dreams far from anything you’ve ever recognized,
all desires realized.
Dreams that leave you transformed, molded,
leaving you painted in bold colors.
Dreams of the most flattering shapes
forming a perfect match of colliding lovers in a dream landscape.
A divine love operating with mouths agape.
Sighs, not words, are the only sounds that’ll escape.
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indulging upon a landscape
you longed to sink yourself into,
eyes scanned every inch where your
fingertips dutifully awaited to graze.
words escaped the space between us
as the air filled with sighs.
“I could write a thousand poems…”
you said as the sun came out from hiding.
and I realized how hollow the room felt
as the sun was the only one providing warmth from its rising.
we could both write a thousand poems
to sway other hearts
and yet we knew we couldn’t be
any more than this.
A sting reaches our eyes as we collect
salt and mist from the unchartered sea knowing where we’ve been, knowing where it will lead.
Glimpses of our future
pepper through the days of our past on that boat sailing against the breeze, wondering which of our days will last.
Mirroring smiles reflect
how we take on the world: you take the wheel while I navigate the sails furled.
Wherever the wheel guides us
on this grand adventure, with our hands holding each other tight we’re bound on this journey together.
we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury thrown our way, or so we said.
cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.
suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in, and the music played on.
while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed, the music played on.
while prayers were whispered,
and crowds huddled around, the music played on.
while the water was rising,
we clasped our hands together for the last time, and the music played on.
while last kisses were shared
and arms embraced wiping away tears, the music played on.
while eyes sought the humanity
and love within each other’s eyes, the music played on.
while indecisions and indifference captured us to a halt,
the music played on.
it was the only thing that could caress us
as we fell further into the deep, dark cold waters.
and the music played on
for each and every one of them
until they could hear it no more.
I remember you in the morning,
the way the light hit your eyes,
the way your smile matched mine,
the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys,
the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent.
And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream,
one that we never wanted to end
but it slipped away too soon.
And now every time I start to rise in excitement
I anticipate the impending heartache that follows.
Do I dare to fall, do I dare to rise, do I …
I do, and so we continue, for the rest of our lives.
Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek
at the clock to confirm the hour before
the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir
the house awake, too early to reach for the phone,
for those good morning kisses. It’s
the only thing I want to wake up to, seeing you
across from me, telling me you love me.
Forcing myself back to sleep, I float in and out
of a dream, too eager to get too deep.
It’s one of those days, like every other one,
where you are so far away and I need your face
in front of me. I need your kisses all over me.
I need your smile, your body wrapped around me.
Yet, here we are,
with one more night ending,
to one more morning
in another light.
Above the streets, into the buildings & trees,
do you see what only we see:
a needed escape,
a kiss on the lips—
it takes us to the moment
where we rise into pure ecstasy;
there’s no other place we’d rather be.