Once on a cold night

It was the middle of the night when she came. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. I opened my eyes and I saw her standing there. I reached out and drew her towards me. She snuck in and we shared the cold. I put my arms around her and closed my eyes. It was a dream. I had her beside me, under the sheets. I felt her face on mine. I could tell how sweet she tasted just by the scent of her. I moved my head around, nudging her face till our lips met. I wet my lips.

We opened doors that were supposed to remain shut. We let go, gave in, and didn't hold back. We were lost in rhythm, in passion, in fate. She tasted so good and felt so right.

It was the beginning and the prelude to the end. Should we keep or should we forget the memory of the first night of the life we never had?

Crossing

Nowhere we know
Somewhere in between
Sitting around
With empty seats
And vacant aisles
Shadows lay perfectly
As she radiates

Disarmed by a smile
By a gaze
A brush of skin

Heightened senses
Cymbals crash
Base drums boom
Fireworks rush and tumble

Surrounded by strangers
Curious and uncertain
As the never ending trip rolls on

Second thoughts
Fate conspires

Lead feet dragged
By a clumsy fool
Impossibly nonchalant
Half a smirk
Half afraid
Loud numbing beats
One deep breath
A smile

And life takes a turn
Takes a chance
In my direction

In the mood

Lustful looks
And sweet nothings
Made up words
And carnal longing
For our conscience
We pretend
The deception
Will reach no end
Into rhythm
We lose control
We crowd the sheets
We stain the soul
Until
I'm done
Tomorrow
The guilt will come

A promise

How can I hear what can't be heard?
Or answer a question yet to be asked?
I will bend to your will
Trust in your judgment
Ask without asking
Doubt my doubt
Listening in silence
Chasing the sky

One

Inside you
We move as one
Faster
Louder
Throwing caution to the wind
Temperatures rising
Passion overwhelming
Eyes wide open
We anticipate
The world dissipates
You are me

All the things

Summer days, auburn eyes, and rain drops.
Faith, love, and hopefulness.
Late phone calls, monochrome messages, and secret letters.
Short conversations, awkward silences, and glimpses from afar.
Star gazers, ice cream cones, and big blue bags.
Fruity towers, beauty pageants, and three door basements.
Five more minutes, late trips, and TV shows.
Old schools, big halls, and library steps.
IQ tests, bridge games, and psychic moments.
Jogging pants, tied jackets, and white shirts.
A canopy of stars, the endless horizon, and crashing waves.
Acceptance, trust, and faith.
You, my Dreams, and All these things.

Arrogance

Hopelessness and pain
The more I try to explain
The more you can't see