Watching the Grass Grow

For T.B.

Fields of dried brown grass,
Drought riddled earth, cursed.
It crunches beneath my bare feet,
Searing the bottoms as I walk.

No matter the number of tears I shed,
I could not revive the field.
I became jealous of everyone else's bliss.
How lushly green they looked.

Then along came you,
With a bucket of your hopes and dreams.
The water I needed for the dry plain.
You asked, 'May I?" pointing at the bucket.
I nodded a yes, and you poured out the contents like a river across the field.

Days go by, and we talk.
The past,
The present,
And the future.
Accepting everything beyond the faults,
As sprigs pop up around us.
Every day we come back, more grows.

The hexed earth is growing green.
Real and spongy grass, and I roll around in it.
My joy brings about your smile,
And you take your spot next to me.
My eyes misty, and you lean down for a lingering kiss.

It is sweet like ripened fruit,
You hold me tight,
I bury myself into you.
You still hold me like I'll fly away.

We watched the grass grow.
Together, we helped it grow.
Watering the earth of my field made my own grass green.
The happiness I found with you made it green.

Aimless

For T.B.

Wandering on winding roads,
No Destination,
Just a Journey.
Just the two of us.

Out the window are the stars,
Shining and static,
Intelligent and challenging.
They spread across the blanket of the night sky of ebony,
Elegantly surrounding us.

Aimless, as we are,
A light between us hasn't died.
It shines like the sun, scorching and acidic yellow.
It shines like the moon, serene and palest white.
It is ours, no one else's.

How I want to touch the sky,
Outstretch my arm to take hold of a star.
A gift of hot sparkling gas,
So I can show you how far I will go for you.

Aimless, as we are,
I'd bend the mountains.
And let our paths converge,
Heart-to-heart.

Think of a Sunset

For T.B.

The sunsets melting colors together,
Behind a horizon of mountains.
Supple oranges,
Shining yellows,
And beauteous purples.

The sunset's light kisses your face.
Shadowing the lines of your face.
Looking off as though you are in a dream.
Though I am looking at you because you are my dream.

I look away nervously,
The butterflies stirring in their cage.
You take my hand and bend down a bit.
You kiss me, and it tastes like fresh, crisp apples.

My face hot from blushing,
Blood rushes around my body.
Standing in your embrace, my head on your chest.
I see a light turn on in your eyes through the shadows.
We then walk off, the sunset to our backs.

I peek back at the melting pot of colors,
A silver lining---I smile.

The Spell of the Heartbeat

For Anybody Under This Spell

I lay on your chest,
Listening to your heart.
It beats feverishly,
Going thump-thump,
And I shut my eyes to the rhythm.

A gentle sleep,
The heart puts that spell on me.
In my dreams, you're there,
Swaying in endless dancing with me.
An organ's music plays sweetly.

When I'm home,
I hear it rise and fall.
I take that musical sound with me.
I hear it pulsing,
Your ghost is there, but I know you're real.

With you, I'm not alone,
With you, my breath is taken,
With you, I can believe,
With you, I feel my own heart pulsing,
With you, I can see the colors clearly.

I wake up,
Your hand in mine,
Your heart goes thump-thump in my ear.
My face twists into a smile,
As I look up at you.

Just Take My Hand

For T.B.

I see you smile through the darkness,
Against the eerie pale light of the moon.
The mountains outlined in jagged darkened lines.

You see me and my heart leaps,
And I smile back.
In your company, I am shining.
Shining like the sun, in its brilliance.

You hold me like the sky.
Your touch so light it makes me fly.
Your kiss so gingerly placed it helps me float higher.

I see your pain through your eyes,
Your words so carefully were chosen.
I feel it run in my veins,
With which I want to reverse for you.

I keep you in my thoughts,
Not wanting to ever let you go,
Your trust is building for me, and I smile still proudly.

I brighten your sky,
Showing you the silver linings strewn within you.
I want you to help you get stronger,
I want to be yours to keep.

Just take my hand,
And let me prove that I am made to trust.

Something in Your Eyes

For T.B.

It's like magic,
In your mysterious eyes.
Something,
That makes me smile.

The way they shine,
Makes me wonder what you're thinking.
What you think,
When I'm not there with you.

Your smile,
It sears my mind brightly.
It's cheesy, but it's naturally tasty.
The kind of smile that makes me blush.

The way you hold my hand,
Let's the electricity flow through my nerves freely.
The way you lean in to kiss me,
Let's the chemicals in my brain bubble with fervor.

The way your forehead crinkles in concentration,
Your mind playing notes as the translation to your instrument, creating music.
Beautiful memory,
Down to the earth.

Your nervous humming,
It reminds me of a cat's purr,
Soft and meaningful,
Musical even, down to your last note.

When you hug me,
There's a lump in my throat,
Choking back words and tears.
There is magic in the way my deadened heartbeats.

When you let go,
Say goodbye,
I try to hold you tighter,
With the knowledge that I'll see you again.

Cold Blood and Skin

My blood ran cold,
It is frozen like ice,
Painful like tiny knives through my veins.
I shiver badly, and I'm so cold.

The grip of the cold squeezes all my insides,
None more than my heart.
My skin bursts into bumps,
The vessels in my eye hurt.

Acid-like tears stain my face.
They are caustic and warm enough to melt concrete.
They burn my icy-blue eyes.
I can't stop...

Pain makes me strong,
But it takes time for that.
Time that slows down like molasses down a snowy hill.
Cutting into me harshly like the blood in my body.

The soft pillow on my head,
Gives me comfort as I curl up.
I sleep, in shock, but cold.
Knowing that soon I'll be stronger for it.