The kiss that pulled my lungs out

Filled my veins with rain.

The lips that lapped me under

Waves of wonderful pain.

An eye-full of lightning

Fiercely in my brain.

A crash-landing of touch

Understanding among the insane.

Worthiness of life
the gentle touch of a infants reach
that yearn to be held, their eyes,
oh their eyes search for a sign
unspoken reassurance that
life will be a splendid.

Oh rivers flowing with glimmering moments
swimming quickly but worth waiting for,
hours, days, decades...just to catch
these glimpses of heaven.

The size of each catch doesn't matter
for the smallest moment can be true
The feel of warm water running down
whole body gasp after a blizzard has passed.

The touch of arms squeezing the very air
that you breathe, and filling your lungs with
an inexhaustible love.

Any such moment would be worthy
to sit at the dock, for a lifetime
waiting, sitting, patiently anticipating
for a meaning to swim by.

Hereditary is the world
from one universe to the next.
How can I believe that you
are the one truly blessed?

Is your skin of gold?

Is your heart soaked pure?

Delicate is the honesty,
of all that you endure.

Belief is as distant
as a butterfly at night.
Night, flight, caught and bite.
No longer will see the light.
Goodnight.

I refuse to believe.