II

The Second Dress.

Coffee warms my fingertips

clouds fill every thought

the touch of your skin excites my hips

your kisses warm my lips.

To dream by nature I was taught

and my dreams seem to revolve around your grip.

I look to years past

to consult the fragrant judge.

Could he be the one that might last?

I close my eyes

and take a deep breath

then take a step back

I won't go through the the pains I felt.

Never again I tell myself.

I want him so

I just can't quite let go

He makes me believe the world is mine

And when he's with me

he feels divine

his heart floats higher than the eye can see.

His breath draws me near.

Everything feels all too clear

and when his cheek brushes mine

butterflies float up my spine.

I can feel his soul.

It's whispering in my ear

that my heart is his goal

I hear my alarm

And as I feared

The way I took his charm

Wasn't quite as it appeared.

And here I am again.

All strung out my heart's a mess

I'm tearing my dreams of the dress

And throwing them to the sky

if they fly I'll always know

I can't wear another dress.

Never another dress.

Hope.

All Until I

All the spring I touched my toes

into waters that chilled me neigh my nose.

I would wander the brems til my breath was gone

til my heart sang a song 'bout the loneliest eves.

My mind would quarry til the sun broke dawn.

Why must the loneliest hearts be worn on the sleeves?

Until a light in my heart lit most alpengawn

and my eyes became foggy as I fell to the ground.

I stumbled to the spawn of the Bay Rum's splendid mound.

It's looming beaudeal accompanied it's frawn

into my senses the Balm of Gilead downed.

Thoughts of enamored sovereignty endowed my mind

and endeared my heart to forlough.

Momentarily and on, my mourning-cloak heart

would narrate a tale to all sorrows forgo.

The sadness entailed was to forever depart.

I know

for to seek is to abate

but to wait is to endow the soul

more chance than the mind could tow.