Saturday, January 14, 2012

Falling Fast

Falling fast,
Like a tree in a wooded forest without warning,
I look up to see you coming towards me.

I want you so much it hurts my body to even think of you.
Aching.

The thought of running my fingers across your tan,
Smooth skin is like a direct lightning strike to my inner core,
Igniting a fire inside that I can't control.

Falling fast,
Meteor in the night sky entering the Earth's atmosphere,
A glowing red dust trail burning in the distance is all that remains to be seen.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Real You.

The real you,
Is someone who stares up at the stars at night,
Black, cool and bright white light casting dim shadows on your face.
Dancing in the glow of the moon.

The real you,
Is someone who runs free.
Jumps up,raising your hands to the sky and screaming at the top of your lungs on a hot summer day.
For no apparent reason.
Sweat dripping while the smell of the palo verde trees still fresh from the monsoon rain on the warm and bright red southwest soil linger.
Your heart races.
Because you feel so good.

The real you,
Loves without question or reason because you know what it's like to have it taken away suddenly.
Like a trap door,
Slamming shut.

The real you,
Is unable to comprehend worry, despair and loneliness anymore.
You left it behind,
Like an eagle leaving it's young, to fly into the world to find it's way...
To explore and to feed.
To conquer.

Welcome to no longer simply existing.
You are alive.
You are the real you.