Inhale. Exhale.

A soft warm hug feels like a strangle.

A glancing smile,
A beautiful song,
A funny joke,

A single breath is now a chore.

And then it's on to the next.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Empty air.

Just a necessity to keep from dying.

Feels

I'll never feel my body more than when I'm dancing.
It's a trust I have.
A pact I make with myself.
From the crown of my head,
through my neck,
along my shoulders,
down my stomach,
around my hips,
between my thighs,
to the center of my knees,
and then come my ankles and feet and toes.
A bond.
An agreement.
To move in complete harmony,
yet in total chaos.
To take deliberate steps,
contained in abstraction.
To believe,
without any hesitation,
that I will not fail.
But when I do,
because I will,
I'll recover.
And it will be beautiful,
and wrong.
So wrong,
it will become right.

Tu t'appelles comment?

I'm not sure of your name or where you are
but I think of you often.
I can't help but believe that the thought of me
flashes across your mind, too.
Maybe you're tall.
Maybe you like your coffee black.
Maybe you'll challenge me
and show me the beauty in things I'd never notice.
I'll meet you, if I haven't already,
at an inconvenient time.
But we will know.
It will wash over us
like a soft, warm wind on a summer night,
like the taste of our favorite flavor,
like the sweet reminder of a memory.
As if we're each living it all over again.
Except it'll be different.
We will be different..
We will change one another.
Not for better or for worse.
Just for.
I'm not sure I know your name,
but I will find you.
I promise.

Rush Hour

I sat on a stone wall
under the shadow of a building.
I watched as each of you walked by.
You were all in such a rush.
It made me happy on the one hand,
that so many of you had so many important places to go.
But at the same time, I was sad.
Sad
because I was going nowhere.
Nowhere in particular,
just sitting.
Thinking.
But maybe,
maybe we should all do that a little more.
Not rush from one place to the next,
but stay in a moment, although it may be fleeting.
How could I be happy and sad at the same time?
I asked myself.
I did not respond.

Adventure

I need not go far to explore.

There are caverns of my heart,
They've yet to be filled.

There are corners of my mouth,
They've yet to taste.

I'm made of peaks and valleys,
They've yet to be traversed.

My adventure starts from the inside out.

Lingering Sweetness

You say to yourself that it looks really good and you want it.

But you know it's gonna take time.

So you decide you're willing to peel back the layers.

This takes patience.

And you have to throw the bad parts away.

You get to the good parts...

That's what you've been working for all this time.

The sweetness lingers for hours after you're done.

But you'll do it again.

And again.

Each time, a little more willing,

because you know it's worth it.