So, the morning called to her.
Rise, it said.
Don't you feel the air whispering?
It is filled with freedom.
Use it wisely; savor every drop.
Stretch it across your life until it covers everything.

-Rhia Clay

I close eyes and count to ten
Take shaky breath of air
Hesitate to open them
Afraid to see you are no longer there
I want to make you happy
Sometimes that seems so tough
Despite golden intentions
Efforts are never enough
Then we build expectations
Late into night
At first both exceed them
Until sparks ignite fight
Yet fire lights lantern
To guide way through the dark
Ecstasy acts as glowing beacon
On weightless journey I embark
Your laughter rings like chords in ear
You got me above clouds so high
Trust earned like a certification
Learning to let hang loose fears you untie
Teaching to speak with a tender tongue
Feeling finer than I have in years
I hope that beneath the surface
Devotion is as deep as it appears
Appreciating your words and savoring
Time we have before it disappears

moral of the story
is in the end
what destroys me ?
you
destroy me
and enjoy
watching me burn
as you throw
more propane
on the fire
and laugh
as you walk
away

I see you in my whiskey
My cigarette smoke has your savor.
And yet you are further away than ever
I'm waiting for you
Even if the sea ruins the poem I wrote you on its sand.
I'll get you, flower of dawn.
Let me water you with love and affection.