kindness in the simple touch

a warm embrace of a thought

blissful moments within sunsets

that moonlit smile

this ( hear softness ) and so much more

makes me want to rest

in the ocean of your soul

in the soft waves of your eyes

your heart is my guidance

that voice a steady shore

so beautiful is the love that beats in your cells

pulsating ( boom - boom )

pulsating ( boom - boom )

( boom - boom - boom )

expanding collisions of crimson stars

such a magnitude

in this gentle

ocean

soul

.

heaven? what’s that

in this economy?

remind my lungs to pace themselves

we are on a wild ride for tax returns and paystubs

let’s all go back to the glorious summers

when sucking on peach pits

hot juice trickling down the lips

sang songs that touched every part of us

we could all be so happy!

if only we could make the decision to see

a sky so high we don’t need to buy

it off the city streets

is there a conclusion in poetry?

in life, your gaping face is wide open

redundant as always, the mouth sucks in

oxygen that will continue to stun your immune system

you can lick my words off these pages

but you can’t make a heaven

out of the worlds I can fathom

there’s gotta be more in your repertoire than

looking to the sky above

relying on a fable

for the happiness

you can’t remember anyway

Heaven on a page?

I can give you...War.

I can give you, vivacious violets viciously dancing across the sky in ritual formation only to be met with radical reds revealing themselves like fires and spreading.

I can can give you, yowling yellow yearning for a space to thrive between the ornate overzealous orange and ruthless red rascals, while none notice the bustling blue blazing in from behind to put an end to the chaos.

I can give you, darkness and serene atmosphere until the next war graces the skies when the colors once again fight for territory that belongs to no one.