kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised…by beauty.

how is it thathe’s alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird…returningto its favorite flower.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

You touched my heart…ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been…merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver…overflowing with stars.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.