Clouds covered the sun
all afternoon and I had few
complaints.
More and more I find comfort
in these gray days,
like sunlight might be a
bit too bright for
my soul right now.
But
as evening was lurking in
it rained,
and like a man after he comes
sunset broke forth in all
its orange and pink beauty.

I was so happy to see the light.

My head aches
like lightning with no strike.
All I want is a man to lay with
someone strong
and gentle.
A quiet lion on my bed.
There is nowhere I feel safer
as I fall asleep in his arms.
I want to stay that way for days.
Asleep
and waking
with this pounding restlessness
gone. I'm so tired. This anxious
soul is treading water.
I keep hoping that some mystical
door would open, that I could
jump in and drive for miles and
miles only feeling beauty and pulsating
music. To be content and
be free.
I have to get away.

Lying down on the coarse grass,
people encircling us
but we are alone.

I'm looking up at the sky
and you're listening,
trying to hear the world move.

You tell me a story.
Something about your day
and I'm still looking up.
Laughing at all your dry
clever remarks
and pausing to think at the
memorable things you say.

We've become an entity.
With you, I can feel alone
and also one person.
A piece of beauty
so fleeting and so new.