“I wish I was on a jet plane, with my passport in my pocket and adventure in my veins.”

An old song; a whiff of perfume; nostalgia let’s me time travel back to you.

Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.

The photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m

Kiss my wine-drenched mouth and drown in drunk temptations offered by the night.

The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.

Bake at any time. Lick the chocolate from the bowl. Lessons from my Nan.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

Sand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.

Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.

Even in darkness, your light burns with the cosmic energy of a thousand falling stars.

Your flesh is like the ocean. Let it wave, rise, ripple, and soar in all its glorious commotion.

I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.