He makes me feel so good
finally happy again,
love reincarnated
If only I could touch,
run my fingers along his skin
both of us filling up with excitement

Soft sweet lips,
Honey dew words,
Sugar kisses,
Warm embraces.
It was the unexpected dance,
The glances,
The smiles.
It was getting stuck in the rain,
Locked out of the house,
Laughing until we couldn’t breathe.
I was little drunk,
You didn’t mind.
We giggled like children in the dark,
Watching the raindrops on the windshield,
In that ever so warm car.

Sweet Magnolia
Born in dead winter
Wouldn't have stood a chance
Even had Lady Luck pitied her

You'd think I was a fool
The way I mishandle myself
and come to every name you'll call me.

Blinded by the rules
hoping I am worthy enough
to be the same in which you saw me.

To call myself happy i'm afraid
is selling it far short.
I'm rooted on your porch like ivy.

To look at these rings we've made,
spiral out and distort,
Beam the importance of your place beside me.

You could crush me into dust
but I'd still crawl to your lips.
If only to fight you one last war.

You could collide with me just
but when they brush off my ribs
It’ll only leave me wanting more.

I'm sewn into your storms
by God's own shaky hand.
I’m your own divinely made art.

I’m in the spiral that forms
Over the golden red band
I live in the deep blue of your heart.

I will love you more
until the day I die
Until my rings have no balance or grace.

I will drown myself
in that Crimson eye,
Until there's nothing left to drown me but space.

shapeless longing, lingering perfume,
remnants of your wet sleeve,
where are you?
distant match-figures hiking
along the ***** of the mountain;
a row of diligent ants, circling
the crimson rose bud —
sweet sorrow is the dew nestled
within the blooming petals —
grow, wither, and fall —
forgotten.