Fourth of July

Moms car door opens to fresh air

I grip my luggage, heavy with hope and denim shorts

Laughter drifts in the air as people hug and kiss,

reunion awakening the dormant love which 

bursts through the seams.

I walk along the meadows, searching for summer warmth

And he stands beneath the sycamore tree

Burning me with the passion of a thousand suns

I pieced his face together like a mosaic

Not knowing I would be apart of his picture

Sweet Life

The morning dew is sweeter in the countryside 

We spend our days wandering

Revealing secrets undone in our insides

Our laughs intertwine

Rivaling the sweet sound of birdsong

With every step, our bond grows stronger like

the aching longing which consumes me

My heart rushes and leaps over rocks

But my mind screams at me to stop

Moth To A Flame

Days are spent under the gaze of the moon and his lingering eyes

Which sear me like cigarettes on flesh

I fail to hide my feelings for him

Which pathetically peeks through a thin veil

Ripples of waves along the ocean shore

Sea salt on my tongue

And I am desperate to taste the water from his lips

Body & Soul

A day before I leave

He calls out my name so delicately

I want to tear my name from his throat

Yet I am desperate to etch myself into his mind

Lest he forget who I was

I cry and he holds me

Feels So Right

Dawn bathes the world blue

I tip toe along the wooden floors

Bare feet make less noise

He waits for me patiently, carrying my heart

Wrapped delicately in his fingertips

I rest my hand on top of his

And feel my quickening pulse

My hand fits perfectly in his 

In Your Eyes

I know he sees the tears in my eyes

Reflecting from the car window like I see the 

Tears in his

A bitter smile communicates

What our mouths cannot

Goodbye 

Farewell My Summer Love

Stars are less clear in the city

Faces mesh and blur

Winter arrives with a howl and nips at the

Tips of my fingertips 

Which reach out like the naked 

Branches, thin and incomplete 

When the weather gets too cold

I dream that we’re bathing in sunshine

Beneath the sycamore tree