she=breathe

she breathes....
and everytime i turn the page, she reads.
a perfect dance: inhale/exhale.
it's like it's medicine for me.

her voice is soft and like a memory that
you'd feel rather than see.
the sun's one and only broken beam;
it's like it's home to me.

a cozy sea of warmth and light.
another bed? another night?
no other head would heal this plight
(the bettering of a heathen's flight).

it's funny, her fingers finding home upon my waist. i reflect.
then, drawing hearts on my face, before her lips find sleep on my neck.

i know it's really air, but i swear i breathe her in.
it's not only that she's fair and thin, but that she's oxygen.

learning to learn (at dusk)

she was already spinning 'round before i noticed.
she looked gorgeous, like a lovely wood nymph from the forest.
her force was enough to set me back a step. i lost my breath.
i wondered how wandering on would ever bring me depth.
for the sun, it sets, it's cries are nothing but the burning of it's eyes,
and like our governing star, i keep the important things inside.
they gravitate around my mind like mines waiting to get hit.
they've all gone off, still i........you don't know the half of it.

still i sit and cultivate a way to nurture plans of touching hands.
been told to wait for mature hands who'd rather learn than demonstrate.

i know it's fate. i know it's the energy wrapped up inside of a blanket.
i'll always thank it. the stars aligned and granted patience.
i know the earth will smile every time i don't pollute it's floor's and roof.
i'm told it's truth, like i've been told to wait for you.

so, i watch you spin around the room.
the way you move, like the shifting energy of the moon.

a lesson to learn. a blessing of what i've been testing.
she was there, but i'm messy. this lesson will test me.
she spun until the moon was gone, and never once did look.
she wouldn't look......i stood there, shook.

the tides have come, and fogs roll deep.
she went with them, i fell asleep.