Night life

Don't be afraid little girl, the night is only just beginning.
Soon the stars will shine and the air will become sweet and moist.
Our hearts will fill with love and lightness, our minds will warm to the thoughts of love and the closeness of our mouths.
We'll walk in the moonlight holding hands and telling each other secret thoughts.
Your eyes and hips, lips and touch will make me drunk with ecstacy..
Don't go to sleep.

Coffee

When I get the shakes in the afternoon, and the funky breath.
I can feel the worry build up inside of me.
I know that coffee won't make it better. But I am at work, and work requires coffee.
In a few hours I'll be home.
No work. No worries.
Then I'll see the smiles and smell the smells.
I'll sit down and enjoy the moment, caffeine free...

Coldness

Sometimes I know, even before I wake up, that the world will be cold
The air, the earth, the people
It can be as if the thermostat was set too low and everything is withdrawn and everyone is keeping to themselves

Even when this is how the day starts, even on the coldest of days, there can be surprises, little secrets that are revealed to show how things aren't as cold as they seem
That maybe coldness is just one flavor of day
One flavor of many

Like hot chocolate, or frosty breath, or the giggles of children when they speak of silly things among themselves

I prefer warm days, the way sunshine feels on my skin and the way the days are long
But even in the dark of winter, there are things that bring me

Shouldn't

I know what your going to say, I've heard it all before
"So what!" That's my response.
I mean really, so what.
In the end it won't matter anyway. The Earth will continue on. Time won't stop. There will be more of the same long after we are gone.
And when we get to the end will you think back on the parts you enjoyed, or the parts you regret.
That's the real question
That's the real answer

Today, and Yesterday

If we sit together, on a bench in the park or on a blanket at the beach,
And the air isn't too hot or too cold, and the sun isn't right in our eyes,
And its not too crowded or too empty,
And we're not too hungry, but we haven't eaten yet, and we've been talking about what might be good to eat, off and on, for ten minutes or so,
And you rest your head in my lap, or I rest mine in yours,
And then when we kiss it's soft like ice cream, but warm like pancakes,
And I hear music coming from somewhere close, but I can't tell if it's the radio or someone REALLY playing,
And for that moment I'm not thinking anything, I'm just feeling good, kind of like I'm dreaming or maybe just so relaxed that I forgot to be uncomfortable,
Then, OK.

Early, Saturday Morning

i find it hard to open my eyes.
the room is very dark, it must be early.
i can hear your breathing, it changes everything.
i move and can feel my own heart beat, it disturbs me.
i know that the day could bring anything, but it won't.
today is saturday, and i can hear your breathing and when i move i can feel my own heart beat