The only true things
exist now
My fingertips
against your skin
The taste of your kiss
Words reserved only for you
Your heartbeat and mine
are the new way to keep time
under the sheets
that shield us from
impatiently waiting threats
outside my bedroom door
The world is a dangerous place
Everything seems to get lost
with time and distance
I hope not this

They’re in his eyes
My heart
My smile
and have been since
he crossed my path
A cynic never falls in love
Except with him
A wrapped box within a box
A gift uncovered
Infinite “What if’s”
The possibility of improbability
Tomorrow is a chance
A butterfly swallowed
with fluttering wings
coveting freedom from within