you’re my perfect distraction,
my lip-biting, breathtaking, midday attraction
taking me away from every responsibility,
at least, for just a time until you say my name
and ask me, ever so softly in that baritone voice of yours,
did you like that, baby?
do you want more?
days like this are made for smiling,
giggling at the sound of your voice,
the words you say making me happy, giddy,
your messages of hope rising above the noise
of a world that wants only to distract me
from all the things that don’t matter in the end
for the most precious thing right now
is the sight of your soulful eyes the moment
we stop to pretend that what we have is temporary,
fleeting, and gone too soon
for you are more than a wish I whispered
upon a falling star. you are my sun
and i, your moon.
you traced your fingers
along the cracks of my heart
and uncovered the secret door
to my soul
unlocked the passions hidden
deep within, awaiting
your possession and be
with every brush of his fingers
against hers, she sensed every emotion,
every glance caressing her like a lover,
his gaze holding more than just her form.
he held her heart.
And every time he let go,
she felt the chasm grow,
only to knit itself back
the moment he drew her
in his arms again.
to write my poems
means going on a journey
that’s mine and mine alone
even if it’s just for that moment
when i put pen to paper,
my feelings raw
and my heart cut open
only because it’s easier
to bleed on the page
than it is to say the words
i really want to say
you have made the secret stirrings inside me come alive,
my body humming with a vibration that yearns
to match yours and yours alone.
a sound, a feeling, a craving that bears your name,
even the rhythm of your heartbeat
to match my own.
moving on, moving on,
tell yourself one last time,
you need to move on.
be authentic. set your true self free
for there are so many people out there in need
of the gifts you bring
let go of the past. release your mistakes,
the ones that keep you locked in that dark place,
let go of the self-hate
love the woman you used to be
just as you’ll learn to love the woman you are now
for no one gets through this life unscathed somehow
so move on from the sadness. let go of your fears
and claim all the good that is waiting for you.
this is your year.
if you could choose moments to take with you wherever you go,
which ones would you pick?
would you choose that first time he spoke your name
or would you rather go for that first kiss?
would you discard the moments when he broke your heart
keeping the ones where he chased away the pain with a heartfelt word,
those times when you thought you couldn’t go on
until he held you in his arms and for the first time in a long time, you felt heard?
would you find it hard to pick and choose
which moments to keep and which ones to toss away
or would you rather take all the moments just as they are
no matter how many times you both have gone astray?
when you say goodbye again,
will i be ready this time around?
will i know the signs of the coming fall
or will our rendezvous be enough to keep me sound
until the next time you return, your loneliness
overcoming your need to be alone
yearning the feel of someone to hold you
seeking in each one of us the solace of home?