Peaches and tangerines.
Crisp air. Light breeze
Fighting to stand.
When I look at this man.
I could crumble.
My oh my.
Beating a million per.
I spend with you.
Everything becomes more of truth.
True as my love for you.
The seas could part.
The skies could clear.
To have you near.
Just to have you near.
Our bodies intertwined
Shivers rolling down my spine
The collapsing of space and time
Is this a dream? Is this a dream? Are you really mine?
How could something ever feel so right?
Shaking and trembling with pure delight
This is a dream. It is a dream.
And it’s mine.
My silence spoke louder than you ever did. You couldn’t stand it. Silence – it scared you; you couldn’t stand still. You didn’t want to see the things it made clear. You always had to keep moving; always inching away from yourself. Scared of your reflection; always distracting yourself. But I stood still; and kept the waters clear; so clear and still that your reflection shined back. You hated that. You said I was a calm lake; and you a raging storm. But storms always pass dear, and still water doesn’t stay still for long.
To yourself, and others.
You’ll be lying to yourself almost the whole time.
Forgiveness for those lies once you’re ready to accept the truth.
and a pinch of seriousness is necessary too.
At the madness of it all.
The chaos, the confusion.
And above all,