My mind produces waves 

that crash onto a canvas to 

reveal an abstract

loud colors and high contrast 

Feels like I've known you in another life.

I've got this feeling that just feels so right.

I saw your face.

deja vu.

You took me back to your place

and recited words I swore I heard before.

I kissed your lips.

deja vu.

I've made a map of your marvelous mind

and rode along your train of thought for quite some time

as the big wheels continued to wind

you shared secrets most would

never find

provoking the sleeping

butterflies inside

you admire the flushing of my cheeks

quite aware of the beautiful chaos you're causing

you invent my future between your

long pauses

I reside inside a captivating gaze

finding myself swimming around the deep pools of iris

weaving a basket of feelings into thoughts to try to make sense of this

you make me so alive

so vibrant

I prayed in silence

that those eyes would no longer look to anyone else

never leave me in the dark

stranded by myself

A ballet of leaves dance across the sky, as the wind hauntingly howls to the midnight moon.

A soft surreal glow shines down upon us; as kind kisses are exchanged.

being particularly placed; on pale stretches of skin.

Endearing earfuls of wonderful whispers invade my mind, with thoughts provoking feelings that flutter inside.

While my cheeks are burned with color; I sigh. Child like and wild like; exactly all we are tonight.

Beneath the heartwood pine, where dust settles; building shelter between endless spaces.

Cordially inviting strands of sunbeams for slow dances; while strong breezes make their passes. Recumbent skeleton keys and copper pennies reside; on shards departed from broken glass. Scuff marks and shuffling shoes interrogate weakened floor boards. Under heavy pressure, crying out in defeat; revealing secrets it swore itself to keep. Paint-chipped doors, once sturdy barriers, that alienated the outside world; now piled upon porch steps. Long since unhinged from their frames. Humidity rises; as the damp air gets heated within. Orphaned, lacking proper attention; dressed in emerald ivy. This old house that impatiently awaits, longing to be explored; seduces its visitor while drawing out a whisper, "Please, don't leave me here alone. Won't you come along and make me feel like home again?"

With frost on your bones you abandon love in your repossessed home. You like to borrow what's beyond your means and call it yours for a while. Pretending to be everything you're not and flashing a fake smile. Don't be surprised when you meet your match someday; they'll play the way you play. They'll leave your heart aching; leaving you alone. With no where else to go; now you're the one left outside when it's zero below.