Exhale

Effortless . Easy.

Like breathing in and breathing out

Like drinking cold water after eating a peppermint,

I feel it in my lungs.

You are a breath of fresh air.

I’m listening to you speak.

Communication.

Hearing your words for what their worth… A million bucks right now, I pray they don’t ever lose their value.

You smile. I smile. I smile because you smile.

It’s beautiful. This is beautiful. And so are you .

Your aura breaks the mold. You’re burning up, I’m ice cold. Outer-space, galactic feeling. Into orbit , your love is healing.

I am a candle flickering on the alter of an empty church.

You are the choir, lift every voice high as the heavens.

I sing the body electric.

I sing the body electric.

The doors of the church are open.

Wanting you, but not needing you.

Relinquishing the desire to want you.

Letting you be beautiful on your own.

Not wanting to latch. Only to love.

Light as a feather leaving love’s lamenting latent load behind.

High. Heavenly.

Breath of fresh air…..I breathe deep .

Stay close if you want to…

The sermon has been preached. Offering collected.

You are a blessing.

I count you twice.

Effortless . Easy.

White Flag

Like butter you slipped through my fingers.

Sticky business to be in

To hold on to a love that won’t hold on to you, to let it slip through.

No adhesive will join together onto what was the wrong fabric to begin with.

 

 

 

And still

 

 

 

 

I harvested the seeds I planted. Poured rose petals over your body whispering the sweetest I love you’s on a Sunday evening.

Used my tears to water you.

You, my soil.

Praying my love would take root in you  . . . Blossom, into a garden.

And in me grew a garden, new. But my garden wasn’t tended to.

Winter came and reminded me that there was a reason for every season, and although our love weathered a hurricane . . .You just couldn’t stand the rain.

 

 

And when it rained, it poured.

And all is fair in love and war…

But some things . . . aren’t worth fighting for.

 

 

Unequally Yoked

I set my love on fire for you . . . 

Let it burn long enough for every dark space in your heart to be consumed with the heaviest of good intentions.

Let the transgressions of a lover I knew not before me melt off my conscience with visions of a new slate surfacing.

Prayed to the Goddess of love and kissed the ground she walked on for creating such a bond between souls intertwining.

Spoke my peace . . . and counted to three.

Clicked my heels professing wholeheartedly, there’s no place like home.

But when I opened my eyes,

And the smoke faded away into the distance

. . . So did you

Because a candle has no business being next to a forest fire.

 

Contradiction

I speak my peace

I count to three

I let you be

I’m left with me

I heal my hurt

I feel the burn

Yet my heart yearns

for your return.

So what to do

When love is through

Thought love was true

Thought love was you

We can’t resist

We still insist

Love still exists

Love still persists

I let you in

Begin again

Familiar trend

We both give in

So what to do

With a full heart

Begin again

We press restart.