WARNING- Error. Start Over?Yes I will spill out more honesty that means little to dancing motes of cottonwood trees or the stars that we so love. My honesty runs thus; I do what I can because it is not stretching what I ought to do...because I just want to help you and if you need more I give you more. So simple, so complex, and hard to say that I do what I do because, well, because I love youYou scare me so damn muchBecause I truly love you more than I have ever loved anyoneAnd I am afraid we could end up splitting my heart in half againOROrori love you.I love you.I Love You.I LOVE YOU.And that is all I really know about you and me.
It was...I cannot sayIt wasThe shock of your lipsTracing fiery dragons down my sidesNor the electricity in your handsPulling me over the edge to explodeNor the smoothness of my lipsScrubbed clean by your sandpaper stubbleNoIt wasThe look in your eyesSoftened to tendernessThe feel of your arms around meA perfect cocoon against the doubtsMost of all It wasThe confessionThat I somehow have been able to help in your dark times
BallerinaHer feet stretch, arch, reaching out to the hidden starsPushing her hips forward to caress night airThe whisper of wind in her ear is a lovers lullabyShe tenses, becoming a statueLiving marble swayingPoisedReadyAndFlying