we figure out

how it works-

move with the waves

and crash into each other,

let our lips

ebb and flow

if our skin is the shore.

give each other oceans

and more.

we sin with ease

and no regrets-

not even the bruises

on our chests,

not even the wood creaking

a little too loud.

2:40 a.m.

a bump on my shoulder-

you come under the covers

with tears in your eyes-

you're not going crazy,

i tell you,

you're just tired-

my arm wrapped tight around you

says more than my words ever could.

-sleep swallows us whole-

9:13 a.m.

our shirts on the floor

but still wanting more-

we move in time

with the drumbeats

under our skin.

between shattered respirations

you apologize

for last night

but you don't understand-

i will always be here for you

again and again.

Trace your fingers

About my cracks

Fix them

Patch them up

Make me feel

Whole again

With your touch

Look at me

In the eyes

And tell me

Everything's

Going to be

Okay because

You're here

To wrap

Your arms around me

Chase away

My fears

With your

Passionate kiss and

Don't let me leave

Hold me close

'Cause god knows

I want to be

Let me lie

My head

On your chest

And make me feel

Calm and collected

For once in

My life

Squeeze me

In your embrace

And show me

How much

You care

Palm trees.

The Atlantic Breeze.

Water in its many forms: thunderstorms--rain, pools, the ocean, ice, dew ...

New growth.

Reflections.

Instant connections.

Architecture; natural and man made...

Good things in spades.

Midnight escapades (with the cats.)

Random facts with practical use.

Obtuse art, open for interpretation.

Words that provoke instant inspiration.

Wood; from the colors to the grain.

Did I mention rain?

Raw sugar, from Sugar Cane.

Bees and their glorious honey.

Cold days that are bright and sunny.

Things I think are funny.

Slightly overgrown long grass.

... and when a cop gives me a free pass.

|| another-proser ||

The atmosphere was different with him.

He had a gentle smile - such is life, c'est la vie! - a milky blend of soft quiet sunlight. Being flashed with his lopsided grin was like sipping a fresh brew of Felix Felicis. He looked, smelt, and melted me with the precise accuracy of everything I cherish secretly is a soft glowing spot in the forest of my mind.

The moment was as unparticular as an odd scent I desire - the smell of old elevators, old buildings, and of the musky, musty, trapped air of staircases. It was so rare, so fleeting, and so unimpressive that I alone (and my brothers) understood. This moment revealed itself like the sudden flight of a camouflaged bird upon a brown lake. "Was this here? Was this here all along?" you wonder in wonderment.

It was a shining day, an absolutely stereotypically Disney shining day. Radiant, peaceful, dazzling. He brought me to a temple in Adelaide, breaking my dry temple spell. I slowly gained feeling back in my cold winter fingers as the weather turned to spring, relishing the quiet beauty of the dignified aura. We spent a good two hours inhaling golden air and calming our minds. The sun shone on his face at a precisely calculated angle. His eyes shone the blue of a summer's sky, bright from within, and light as the gentle flowing of water in a stream.

The moment was significant because it was inevitable. We danced our way towards it, knowing it would fall into place, but not knowing how. Of all possible moments, this was the trigger. Where is the significance of the stars aligned? Or of the engravement of specifically curved lines on my palm? And yet it was clear as day, clearer than day, a smile carved out of sun, bold and absolutely smashingly significant to us.

Can one describe the magic of the moment?

Makes you so giddy, and empty-headed

Feeling that incredible lightness of being

That tender aching, that pounds in your chest

That madness that grips, like divine rapture

Can any one measure its passion for life?

For the essence of the moment, time standing still

The multitude of those butterflies, finally released

With the sensation you feel like, your walking on air

Like everyone sees you, and knows you have changed

Your confidence blooms wild, like animal attraction

Its gravity pulls everyone, into its magnetic circle

As each sentient realizes, you are lost in that dream

Something different about you, something wonderful

Something marvelous, like spring dawning again

Suddenly everything has changed, as suitors are calling

Attempting steal you away, from your newly found gem

Flattering and fawning, competing for the peace you have found

But their adulation is lost, in that trance like sleep that you walk

For you cannot see anyone, ever coming between you and your dream

She knew everything

Would be alright as long as

Warmth never failed her

Tears stained her face

While laughter replaced the pain,

Now a distant haze

Hurt turned transient

By angels that cared the most

She wasn't alone

Dad's protective grasp

Mom's soft caressing touches

Brother's goofy smiles

Her life was perfect

Graced by imperfections that

Made precious truths known

Show me light, I said

Cause I was affected

Now I want to return to the dark

I was injected

I can’t pretend anymore

I don’t know you

Please just let go

We don’t want to know

We couldn’t hold on

It’s too hard to pretend

Too hard to make it work

Too hard to say three words

Burning up

The flame’s running out

And all we’ll be left with

Is smoke

Ash

Cinders

Smoke

Your eyes used to be a good mirror

Oh myself so clearly seen

But I know that our love is now just a dream

We couldn’t hold on

Too hard to make it work

Too hard to say three words

Too hard to pretend

Three words, all it took

Bursting into every cranny and nook

Now I’m bare, but chock-full

Of emptiness and sorrow

Burning up

The flame’s running out

And all we’ll be left with

Is smoke

But even as the flame dies

Smoke can be blown out too

One day, nothing will remain

But a charred reminder in our ashen cores

A burnt memory in our mutilated brains

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I'll state my inspirations from now on.

(Remind me if I forget.)

Inspiration(s): "Love Injected" - Aminata; "Black Smoke" - Ann Sophie; Cinder Fall, RWBY; past experiences

A swelling of the soul takes place. That swelling makes one suddenly believe once again that anything is possible.

From swelling to blooming. A blooming of all things good. Withing the blooming, the need to create, to mend, to fix. To set wrongs aright again, without consequence.

It can both cause tears and make tears go away.

It is, the reason for everything else.

Crooked smile consumes

me, eyes alone neglect.

Nights remind me

of the eternal-

split second

our lips inevitably

touched. Ache

flows throughout in

place of butterflies.

Caught in paroxysms

of this fever you gave.

Mind intent on

keeping you,

so I plunge head

first into every-

memory, every word

you ever spoke.

The feeling you got when he/she said those three little words.

When you walked (or saw her walk) down the aisle on your wedding day.

When you you found out that you were expecting.

Feeling your baby's first kick.

Preparing for their arrival into this world.

When you saw and held your child for the first time.

Seeing your child smile and grow and someday experience all those things you have experienced.

Seeing and holding your grandchild for the first time.