in the month of february

the month of february brought me a gift.

'i don't shake hands, i give hugs'these were your first words to me before you looked into my eyes and stole my future.

i now spend every waking moment with you, listening, watching, liking, feeling, ... you...you're simple.
you make your bed.
you wash the dishes.
you read,
you write,
you study,
you concentrate.

you're principled.
you're the right guy.
you're hilarious,
you make me laugh until my sides ache,
my cheeks hurt and my eyes tear,
you're sweet,
above the means of sweetness.

you leave me with light memories of smiles and laughter.
you add colour to the dull days by talking to me.
i'm fascinated by your stories and you're ability to always keep me in awe.

your touch feels like luke warm water...safe.
your kisses are always a series of emotion in sequence...
soft,
sweet,
kind,
warm,
romantic,
harder,
urgent,
sexy,
lovely...

you added the colours of passion to the month of february with the melodical rhythm of your breathing when you fall asleep...

when we sleep you hold me,
without me having to ask,
you have never given me your back.

we never speak of love,
lust isn't an option,
fantasy is destructive and insulting when i speak of how you make me feel.

your first words to me,
i will never forget,
'i don't shake hands, i give hugs'in the month of february

your favourite word,
'baby'
my favourite person,
you.
you and me,
a celebration of first times.
you and I,
an indication that something better arrives with a smile.

us, the best sentence i've ever heard spoken.

bye bye baby..

i've never seen your hands,
but i know what it feels like to hold them,

i've never touched your skin,
but i'm sure if i try really hard i can smell it,

you've never had the chance to smile at me,
but i'm certain that if you did,
it would sends raindrops through my heart,

when i imagine your eyes,
they look like mine,
your hair curly and soft,
your nose tiny, like a button,

i know you're always with me,
inside me,
whispering your wishes to me,
so i'll know you've forgiven me,

when i see you one day,
you'll be a young lady,
beautiful and wise,
you'll laugh like me, talk walk and joke like me,
you'll be the me i never was,
but you'll be you

and i will love you,
not much more than i love you now,
i could never love anyone as much,

i'm sorry i never said goodbye,
i thought you'd never love me,

i'm sorry i hurt you,
i thought you came to hurt me,

i'm sorry i didn't teach you how to read,
how to write,
how to dance and play,
i thought you'd never want to,

i'm not sorry that you existed,
because you made me,

you welcomed me into the world,
when you didn't have the chance to see it,
you never hurt me,
you always loved me,
you teach me how to laugh more everyday,
because i remember you,

bye bye baby,
i love you,

Mommy...

silly raindrops are my favourite.

The raindrops feel soft on my face
More enhanced by the sense of a warm embrace
There’s a shiver down my spine and I don’t know whether it’s you or the rain,
But it feels like spring
And it’s beautiful.

The night has come and I didn’t even notice
I missed dawn and duskYou’re the main focus.
My attention, you have been able to capture
It’s more entrancing than the greenest pasture.

My head spins at the sight of you
You smile, and I smile at your smile,
It’s more radiating than the sun
On the earliest morning, just as the day has begun.

I can’t feel the ground,
I’m higher than the sound of the loudest music,
And like the music, there’s a beat
But it isn’t the melody that’s taken me.

The stars tell me a story every time I look at them,
A love story,
But no story from the stars tells me the kind of story I see in your eyes,
Your very transparent, honest eyes,
That look at me like I could possibly be a rose.
Those eyes that weaken my little heart and send flutters right through me.

In the rain, the soft raindrops have me singing lyrics to my own song,
The one my heart has written for you.

You make me smile,
Happy thoughts of you and me holding hands,
Falling asleep together,
You make me feel like it’s possible……
Love…

the heart harvested #3

the sound of the ambulance hurts my head,
i wish it would go away..
i can still here him crying into his food,
the food i made him,
the food i delicately prepared for him,
just the way he likes it.

the policeman asked whether he was ok,
how dare they ask if this man is ok
when he has battered and bruised me?

in the ambulance i am very still,
my heartbeat begins to relax and i feel my heart beating slower

i remember the first time he layed eyes on me,
how he smiled and waved,
it felt like forever when he decided to walk over to me..
oh how those first months were,
glorious!

the first time we made love,
he took the time to know me,
to learn my body and my heart..

i taught him how to love me,
i taught him how to treat me,
i taught him how to punish me..

my head feels light and i can't open my eyes,
i'm holding his hand,
but his grip feels lighter,
i will my heartbeat to stop,
to just stop and not start again,

i open my eyes one last time and look at him,
the worry in his eyes as he sits next to me,
while i lay on the emergency bed cluching my chest,
he didn't do this to me,
i did this to myself...

he's crying again,
i close my eyes,
i smile and say farewell,
and then i wait...

to die

heart aviation

when her heart skips a beat at the sight of you
and she smiling at the smile inside of you,
its the aviation of her heart.

when the sound of your voice inspires her
and the fact that you know enlightens her,
its the aviation of her heart.

when the butterflies come at the touch of your skin
and the feelings are either a sign or a sin,
it's the aviation of her heart.

when the pace of your heartbeat excites her
and the softness of your kisses ignite her,
it's the aviation of her heart.

when her eyes light up at the calling of her name
and her laugh is like the fluttering rain,
it's the avaiation of her heart.