as this starts and ends. so we begin. and began.
here we are.
but what's more is this body quivers at the thought of reuniting.
and we will come together.
and we go farther.
she's starving for more.
yearning for more than a date's excuse to reignite.
time passes slowly with just air between us.
let nothing stand in our way.
with lovers in hands.
explore what's bitten.
to quench.
like starving teenagers would.

so hold

it's cold outside

all i keep thinking
about that thought
conjured by sleeplessness
how sweet it would feel
to be with you
on a street side
with gravel beneath us
swaying
with me in your arms
for longer than it calls
we'd just stand
holding on
and i'll let out
all the breath i anticipated

i am a restless soul
so creativity finds me
in the night
when it's best to remain quiet
but i tremble with the need to create
while i wish to indulge
and i do so
loudly
in the night

tripping over perseverance

never have i found one willing to question and persevere. and that perseverance was once revoked, then reinstated. your regret and my reliance, not to mention resilience, revitalized.

he does not, will not allow. or excuse.
her usual acts of defiance.
her temper tantrums that quieted the rest.
and then she's led to second guess
her reaction,
because her fuse is too short to merely respond.

this time she slipped
tripped over her own feet
but blamed it on his