Push

A stroll by the sidewalk
in the cold
afternoon sun

A pinch in my sides
in my feet
it hurts.

Involuntary muscle contraction
that’s what it feels like to be
with you

A painful squeeze in my chest
and my heart freezes
hot ice

If this was meant for me
why
does it hurt so much?

 

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Honey lips

One last word
One last moment
you said

your breath painting
a spectrum of fireworks
in the dark, dark sky.

Your lips brushed
mine
like morning dew

with a hint of day
and the brilliance of
stars
of honey.

Like snow

White cotton falls from the sky

I chase after them with pale fingers

Like tall grass dancing in the wind.

 

They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,

And like you,

 

Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze

Of dried red autum leaves

leaving no trace but that on my heart.

You.

I like the way
your almond eyes shine;
so bright,
when you say babe or hi.

You make me an angel,
royalty too,
your love and admiration
makes me fall deeper for you.

You take a deep breath–
my heart skips a beat,
I’m falling, cartwheeling
to an eternity of you.

Naked.

I followed you,
your trail of blazing fire
that flared up in the sky,
that plunged the world in red,
red.

You stilled my heart with red fingers,
brushed my ebony hair with a soft whisper,
shhh, shhh–
and smiled,
like the last rays of the setting sun.

Enchanted.

Ah, there you were. You wave and your smile sends butterflies to the depths of my belly. You were always a charmer. One smile and I’m done for.

You set me off into a fast waltz–one two three, one two three–flustered, I stumble and fall. You hold me close against your chest and my vision blooms bright pink. It blossoms like a flower and my heart takes a deep dive.

My breath hitches as our fingers entwine. Oh dear lord, this is what paradise feels like. Bewitched, I sink into your hazel orbs.

Deeper, my heart screams, deeper.

If you asked me, I would follow you wherever. A sigh escaped my lips. Wherever.

 

Popcorn?

My heart skipped a beat as he took a step towards me.

All I could think about were his eyes–his beautiful double-lidded, almond-shaped eyes. They had this reddish brown hue to them, like the bark of a tree mixed with the last rays of the setting sun.

“Hey,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Yes?” My voice felt like a whisper as I leaned into his warmth.

He placed his hand against my cheek gently, tilting my chin slightly upwards as he studied my eyes. The hand-and-tilting-cheek-gesture was always his signal for something romantic. Was he going to plant his lips on mine? Was he going to sway side to side in a slow dance? My heart shuddered and held its breath. There was ambience and all I could hear was the beeping of the washing machine.

“Popcorn.”

“Popcorn?”

“Popcorn.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “Right now? It’s almost midnight!”

He flashed me his signature thousand-volt smile and a stubborn nod. Oh boy. That meant he was going to have his popcorn no matter what. Even if he had to wrestle me to the ground for it.

Just one of the many sides of love I guess.