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Like the sweetly soft carress

of a lover's lips inchig

their way over the nape of your neck.

Like the sugar-coated voice

that sends tingling sensations

up and down your spine.

Like the sensational art

of fallinf in love,

truely,

madly,

deeply.

Like the warm golden rays of the sun

fighting their way through

mightmarish grey clouds

that once was a storm.

Like the feeling of my hand

enveloped in yours

and the simple smile I receive in return.

Like the shrieking giggles of a child

left to run free

among the field of wild flowers,

colored in brazen hues of purple and blue.

Like the three minute love song

that brings back memories

of childhood infatuations.

Like the sensation that overwhelms me

when my eyes lock into yours

and I feel nothing but

comlpete happiness.

I've tasted perfection at it's best

the moment his lips touched mine.

His eyes sought unattainable answers

to questions

he was too afraid to ask.

His hands desperately searched

for the warmth

that left my body

the closer he inched towards me.

Body silently quaking with

anticipation moments before

fantasies would play out

into reality.

A quiet touch

carresses my face

and I sink into oblivion.

Watching the wind lash out

around his face,

he smiled softly into the sky.

Chest heaving with a sigh,

he took in the scent

of the heavens

as serenity settled over him.

Contentment is what kept him

grounded

to this point.

Love is what kept his soul

soaring high above

the celestrial skies

Every hope and dream

he ever whispered

has been embodied

into what stood before him.

And what stood before him was

me.

5/31/01



How he made me smile

with a single wink of an eye.

And how I felt 8 feet tall

from the approval that

left his lips.

And he made me feel beautiful

as we sat in the iron-wrought chairs

bathe in the light of the full moon

in his mother's garden.

The smiles don't come as easy

and I barely feel up to my 5'5" frame.

And I don't really feel beautiful

any longer as I curl up into myself,

hiding away from the rest of the world

not completely ready for anyone to

find the simple beauty that is

waiting for the face of the next full moon.

Turn towards me and

fill me with those feelings

kept bottled up inside

the intricate tunnels of your mind.

Allow me to gaze into your eyes,

the windows of your soul,

so I can witness for myself

the secrets your heart holds.

Quietly utter uninhibited words

of your fondest memories locked

awayin the depths of

your subconscious.

Open it up all to me,

a simple request I make

and let me decide how to

handle it all.

Drunken dreams revolve

around reality-based scenerioes

as we lock lips in an

estatic moment.

No one knows what

runs rampid though

our imaginative minds.

Can this be real?

Do we want this

to be a reality?

Take this to the next level

and we'll see what

playgriound we'll frolick in

and what rainbow-colored

laughter will escape

our cherry-hued lips.

Beauty be devised

by the internatl imagination.

Combination of unity,

along side common interest, external landscapes

painted in shades of violet.

Intense light coming

from within a heart

that has held silent

visions of a never-ending dance....

What am I to do

now that I have

hit that ending point

I did my best to avoid?

What should I do

when my heart is screaming to

remain loyal to

opposite ends of reason?

This has become one of

those "adult" defining

moments of truth

which will go down

in my immediate history

as the ultimate turning point

to noted date in time.

I have been unknowingly

preparing myself for this

particular battle,

yet,

It does not mean

extreme emotion will not suface.

We either do it together

or I go at it alone.

Both are story-filled paths.

Yet only one will get traveled.

My thoughts drift towards

infinity

as it has lost it's way

through vibrating emotions

known as

you.

Listless seconds stumble by

as time continues to move me,

constantly and unconsciously,

forever in Fate's hands.

Quite the feeling of contentment

we get with the knowing sense

of uncontrollable chaos

that inevidebly lies ahead.

Why question control

when you're not flying

this spacecraft?

Just rememeber to breathe.....

When the decision became final

in my head for me to walk away

from what I thought I knew

and what I assumed to be

all I had desired,

my eyes opened to possibilities

that could become.

When the words left my mmouth

and declared all that I

came to work towards,

my heart took the stage

as the innocent and vulnerable

character of Life

which won in the end.

Slightly colored dreams and desires

teased me to reach out

and grab hold of it all.

For once,

I would like to believe

that it's not about me.

Just speak to me for real

and toss me up into the air

so I can finally feel the wind

rush against my face...