It was on a sunny day mid fall when I caught these eyes staring right into my soul
Oh where is my ******* voice when I need it?
Not even 5 feet deep in muddy waters would it come,
Phase two raise the brows, it's worked before,
It was her lips a soft pink that flushed her pale skin with color
My head in a book as she pops over my shoulder,
I read a verse aloud in a tone I thought the character might have,
"But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for""
A wet sensation overcomes my cheek, my hand reaches for hers,
Three in the morning, a hand traces along her thigh up slowly making it's way to the ****
I love watching eyes like the oceans water receive their first ray of light,
the pupils snap tight bringing focus,
a smile reveals itself, the eyes slipping back under the lids.
On the dance floor we spin into each other colliding, our sweat trading our garments
My lip bleeds, a scratch under my eye puts life into perspective,
Clean thoughts ripped to shreds, the nearest wall finds my fist,
She was shaking, I almost felt like crying
Inside her it's rhythmic, like a bikes gears as they propel their rider faster and further
Inside her head it must look like we are all pieces of ****, it has to,
She's just so ******* happy all the time,
Rain falls into the ground not onto it, a realization noticed where she laid
One is a lonely number but the solidarity comes free,
I only feel right when there is two, where life becomes a struggle,
It only become worse once there was three,
sitting in the passenger side, hair a sandy blond filtering in the sunsets reds and blues
i believe this was right,
that I made the life I have bright,
two beautiful souls to protect at night,
the journeys beginning still in sight.
Withered hands page through a life time of photos, peace settles in the lung with each breath
a story about a boy