His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you

If I die today,
Would I be missed,
would someone miss me?

If I die today,
Would tears fall,
would someone cry?

If I die today,
Would that change anything,
would the world be changed?

If I die today,
Would anyone care?
No one would ever care. . .

- Freja Jep

The flag flailed flawlessly
then fell flaccidly
under the bushy
grey brow like clouds.

Restless winds
settled in
to a plain old boring
temperate temperament.

Then the dull day
gave way
to much ado
as the clouds grew
dark and heavy with
evaporated wetness.

The calming clouds
could not contain
their weighted frame
anymore.

Soft trickles
turned to
a thick downpour
moistening
my dry skin
till I was soaking.

Thin T
sticking
awkwardly
to me,

but the water felt good,
so, I sat and basked in
the rushing rain
that was falling.
Till, the earth beneath me
began sinking
muddily.

Then, I sloshed
my soaked self-home
sheepishly
spreading all the muddy
mess around me.

head over heels
hand over mouth
this sweet cruelty of love
beckoning blasts;
the bomb
that keeps burning

i liked the way the sun hit your face.
i could see the acne scars you talked about,
the ones you had when you were in middle school.
i fell in love with it all.
you closed your eyes and sat back.
i counted your eyelashes,
saying i love you every time i counted one.