I have memories of winter


The sun peeks
through the cracks in the blind
and into my room
to see if I'm awake.
It invites me to come play.
As it's rays gently
kiss my face
and lets me know
that day has arrived.

The shovel outside
scracthes the pavement
as my nieghbors
move the snow off their driveway.
Piles of pure white flakes
like frozen tears from God,
ready for angels to leave their mark.

The heat on my face
makes me twitch.
and I slowly pull
the blanket over
my head for ten more
minutes of dreaming.

Ready to start the day,
yet in no hurry
I dangle my feet
off the bed.
The cold air weaving
through my toes.
Morning's cool reality
flows up my legs
making each hair
stand sharp.
I smooth the bumps over
feeling each on my fingers tip,
lightly.

Left then right,
my feet fall victim
to the bitter cold floor.
I make my way
across the noisy floors.
They creek as I walk
so I tippy-toe
trying not to ruin simplicity.
Good morning they creek
as I offer them a smile.

I wipe the yellow crust off my eyes
and stare at it in my hand.
Smells from the kitchen
fill the house.��
The sticky sweet smell of syrup
over warm buttermilk pancakes.
Fluffy and soft
Each bite tastes
like a simple
winter morning.

Shadows dance in the dark


Shadows dancing in the dark

soft kisses
subtle touches
scream muffled by intense
gasps and sighs

Passion between the sheets
bodily warmth
heavenly bliss
sweat
skin touching
deep; I melt

Me on you
in you
and you
us
we together
our shadows dancing

Achieving ecstacy
tears of joy
screams in the dark
deeper and deeper
I fall; violent passion

Thrusting
trusting
explosion of lust
love, desire

Reciting gospels
in unknown tongues
soft sweet kisses
once taboo
now shear pleasure

cant control love


I want to fall in love...but not with you.
Maybe it's the way that your brown olive shapped eyes stare into mine
and comforts me
Maybe it's the understanding you have for me, and I for you.
The trust that guides us through troubled water.

I want to fall in love...but not with you.
Maybe it\'s the way you smile through your tears
but like a window I see clearly into your soul.
Deep
and
open to few.

I want to fall in love...but not with you.
Maybe it's because you are not perfect, but you are perfection.
Maybe it's the way you talk, and when you smile
Maybe it's because when you laugh you can change my entire mood
The way you tease me and make me feel like a 3rd grader all over again.

I want to fall in love...but not with you.
Maybe it's because when your hands so soft, hold mine
and
Our bodies accidentally touch
It fills me with a warm feeling
Like fear, and curiosity, and extacy combined

I want to fall in love...but not with you.
Maybe it's because I spend every awake hour waiting for you, and yet I hide from you.
Me...wanting to explore with you, but not wanting to lose what we already have.
Maybe it's our late late night conversations, that last till the early hours of the morning
and when you leave
I lay in bed thinking about what we talked about
and about you
and your smile
and your face
and your laugh
and your love, which will never be mine.

I want to fall in love...but not with you.
Maybe it's because you make me wish I was a painter
So I can paint the canvas with your soul
Making rich, vibrant colors
Only using black and white
and as I looks through the lens of the camera
I think to my self
...wow she's beautiful.
I wish I can capture this moment
and relive it over and over again.
and then get mad at the realization that I can't control love.
That love just is.

I want to fall in love...but not with you
Maybe it's because
I love you