#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.

#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.

#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.

#14

the cycle.

Butterflies. Pounding Heart. Breathless Pauses.

Quick Glances. Nervous Giggles. Clammy Hands.

Long Embraces. Sweet Kisses. Lingering Goodbyes.
Vulnerability. Trust. Committed Love.

Conversation. Familiarity. Compromise.

Heated Arguments. Jealousy. Lack of Appreciation.

Distance. Flooding Emotion. Separation.

Loneliness. Betrayal. Regret.

Bitterness. Avoidance. Awkward Interaction.