The Meet.

Everything about you sings to me;
It doesn't matter what words I think I hear,
because the minute I start being analytical,
the magic is whisked away.
I live in the present face of you...
no longer fighting for winds of August
to give me things to remember.

With thought and hand brushes
of the heart,
I don't need a second longer
for I have already embraced you.
From watered blossoms
to sun rising oceans,
I will survive beautifully
and give it all for our meet.

-8/21/2011-