#20

This distance divided in miles, in days, in hours.

Creating explosions of emotion some days

and utter numbness in others.

Ironic ups and downs, highs and lows.

Never being able to gauge the time gaps, schedules out of sync.

Planning of plans in anticipation of visits;

making up absence in past events.

Short-term togetherness in a spectrum of long-term devotion.

The measurement of hours, days, and miles in distance takes its toll in the heart and mind.

#19

The Lioness and The Lamb

Remember when I was a Lioness and you were a shy Lamb?

I had all the assertiveness and power; a blinding confidence.

You had all the charm and understanding; a refreshing mystery.

Throughout this time together you have softened me;

I now can feel the crawling vulnerability.

My mind wanders daily. My stubbornness constantly trying 
to steer the ship away from useless curiosity.

When drifting into a raging storm of insecurity,

I feel the transition into a frightened kitten.

I must not let these times settle into standard.

The shy lamb is harmless, a source of open shelter.

We are supporting counterparts to the others' shortcomings.

Pushing conflicted imagination aside I realize...

I am that same Lioness who just fell in love with the shy Lamb.

#18

For You, My Friend

Life can be a mess, feeling like you've been put to the test.

Struggles hard to confess, but you're not different from the rest.

Everyone's feeling the same, as if caught up in this game.

I will, you will, we all will get through it.

In our youth we're stuck in time, waste it and it will go fast. bye.

Applying ourselves could take awhile,

fear of rejection and hesitation in each mile.

But once you hit those sweet moments in life

you remember what it has to offer.

Each smile outweighs each tear.

Now remember that the hopelessness will subside

and people will stay by your side.

There is really nothing to fear.

#17

These hot tears running down my cheeks.

The deep breathing filled with heartache.

What are these emotions coming over me?

Why?

The simple musical trigger cannot be the only factor to blame.

I've tried so hard to move on and push these feelings aside.

I guess there will always be cracks in this mask.

I despise these leaks of oversensitivity.

Please, crawl back into the box I've placed you in.

#16

Sexual expression is welcomed with open eyes in my generation.

Loquacious mouths and hungry ears.

Conquests congratulated and encouraged.

Virginity, a symbol of purity and innocence.

Not a dirty word... yet there is an effort to hide,

for those who are confided in grow quiet.

What happened to the openness and the acceptance?

Making the inexperienced feel as a child,

even with those in matched age.

Was the openness in direct relation to

the legs?

#15

You seem to have come out of nowhere,

an experience I couldn't see from miles away.

It's like biting into something without expectation

only to be doubtful at first, but developing a craving for it 
with each. additional. bite.

I've tried to fight with logic,

but always end up losing that battle.

The senses are overpowering, the chemistry undeniable.

I ask myself what to do, but the predictions are impossible.

So I choose to hold your hand and float down the stream that is called life.