Never
11/27/09
Never been this way before,
never my first, never my love,
the lovely little things
you'll never know you do.
Never felt this before,
never the flutter,
a heart open wide
never for anyone but you.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Smelled like spring today...
April
11/9/09
Memories have scent
like the day we met:
March snows and April rains,
cheeks flushed by cool breeze,
the smell of winter taking leave
through the warming of the trees.
Heart grown cold from frosty months
now heated by your touch,
sparks that, to this day,
will never be replaced.
Hands
11/9/09
The way your face lights up
when you laugh for real,
the sharp angles and smooth lines
that shape your skin and bones,
the spot below your shoulder
where our bodies form like clay,
and how your hand fits into mine,
melting together, in an infinite way.
11/9/09
Memories have scent
like the day we met:
March snows and April rains,
cheeks flushed by cool breeze,
the smell of winter taking leave
through the warming of the trees.
Heart grown cold from frosty months
now heated by your touch,
sparks that, to this day,
will never be replaced.
Hands
11/9/09
The way your face lights up
when you laugh for real,
the sharp angles and smooth lines
that shape your skin and bones,
the spot below your shoulder
where our bodies form like clay,
and how your hand fits into mine,
melting together, in an infinite way.
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