Heat of the Night

It didn't matter how the summer heat stuck to our skin
pasting our shirts to our chests and shoulders, hair glued
every which way as the light breeze drifted in through
the window, but was never enough to completely soothe
the eyes and let sleep drift into our minds.

It was as I laid next to you, touching but not cuddling
for the summer heat felt like flames on our arms
heads turned toward each other, eyes meeting eyes,
not smiling, not laughing, however sharing
a quiet moment where words were not necessary.

The air mattress squeaked when we moved
however we were motionless as the moment drew
on, eyes barely blinking as you brought your lips
to mine, sparking more electric flames down my spine
and spreading the heat of love into my body.

I did not care that it made me even more warm inside
and that the humidity in the air stifled my movements.
No. It was about how I knew I trusted you, how exes
did not matter, histories faded into the sky as the clouds
grew black over the sun, letting the stars peak through.

It was about in that moment of the heat of the night
my heart opened up just a little more, a little farther
than anyone had ever been let in. It was about how
that one look shared between us shared more
than just the sight of each other's faces. 

Spiral

Spirals remind me of forever
they are hypnotic in their twirl,
catching the eye and keeping it too.

A spiral is a lot like our love
how it refuses to stop and is wrapped
together, bound as one, never ending.

So let our love be like the copper spiral
hanging from my neck
and be never ending and enraptured.

Mirror

It only takes one second in the mirror to see the beautiful, cheerful, confident woman he brings out in me.

Safe Eyes

There's something about the way you look at me,
straight in the eye, no lies to be seen,
that I know you will protect me day in
day out, every night of every year.

There's something about starring into those eyes
and knowing you'll hold me when times are tough
and small teardrops roll down my cheek,
at no fault of your own.

There's something about how you look at me
and when you say I love you,
it means more than just words,
the love is streaming from your eyes to me.

And I love you too.

Silent Love

We don't need words to express the look in our eyes.
We don't need sound to understand desire.
We don't need to use ears to hear the love between us.

It is a silent coming together,
a great deed personal to each of us,
your lips meeting mine,
you could hear a pin drop.

I love how we can read each other's movements,
from bodies to eyes
and know silently what we share.

The Truth about Fairy Tales

When you're little, all you want to do is believe in fairy tales. You want to believe there's a happily ever after for everyone. You want to think that someday you'll find out you're a secret princess who never knew that she was royal. You want the riches and the glamor and everything that comes along with it. But most of all, you want your prince charming to come and sweep you off your feet.

But at some point in your childhood, someone destroys that perfect little world in your mind. They want to tell you the truth about Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. They want to tell you how mean the world is and how happily ever after never comes true. They want to tell you that prince charming isn't out that and that you have to keep kissing frogs until one may magically turn up being your prince.

The thing is, those people are only partly true. Sure, fairy tales aren't real. Frogs don't become humans. Glass slippers don't magically fit. Fairy godmothers don't appear at a teardrop's notice. No, the thing about the world is that you have to try. Sure, you'll find your frogs. You'll get sucked into them and eventually, figure out they aren't going to turn into a prince.

Maybe I'm a dreamer. Okay, yeah I'm a dreamer. But what I've found in my dreams is a fresh perspective on life. I've discovered that yes, you have to try. No one is perfect. No one is magically going to turn into that rich, handsome prince on a white horse. However, I don't want that kind of prince because he's not real. I'm not perfect so I can't expect anyone else to be.

Eventually though, you find someone that's perfect for you. That somehow both of your flaws make each of you whole. Both of your flaws and your features make each other happy. That's the true fairy tale. When you find someone that's compatible and willing to fight the dragons alongside you, not for you.