In seven very short amazing months
You have come to mean...
Ink bled as I wrote what's on the inside,
Soul was crushed I couldn't hide...
Drenched in moonlight under the naked sky,
We sit with smiling lips and love-filled gaze...
Your stare.
There is nothing more enthralling...
So many words in the dictionary;
Yet none of them can describe you completely on...
I realize the absurdity of my words.
Long gone are coherent thoughts...
I'm going to give your picture to
'Santa' so I can get you for Christmas...
Dusk; dusted a tangerine aura
upon a hazy horizon...
I just needed
a break...
My vision is blemished with irritation
from endlessly rubbing your image...
Today I was dusting through
the attic of my heart...
I'm insecure; please strap me down.
Before I tumble back into my doubt...