Take a long look at that waddle.
Take in the energy of that waddle.
Take in the floral summer dress.
Small print, yellow, daisies.
Take in that smile.
Take in those caterpillar eyes.
Take in the crinkle on the nose.
Take in the full set of sparkling teeth.
Next time that waddle will be a tedious shuffle.
Dance, until all air has escaped your lungs.
Sing, until meaning mean nothing to words.
Laugh, until the roof echoes of the prior moment.
Tumble, until the room has been removed of all dust.
Eat, until corn bursts at the sight of fire.
Chew, until ice melts at the sight of spoon.
Style, until no hair is dry.
Play, until no head is willing to play anymore.
Next time, that room will be a stranger.
air squeezed out my lungs
jitters flood though my veins
I don’t dare to look
I don’t dare to touch
that distance was too much
time not enough
Thank you for the glances.
It hurts to know they aren’t mine
If only I had caught them earlier
I would have held them
Thank you for the never moments.
The lit understanding.
Tonight I shall bid my farewell and hope
tomorrow you won’t be present.
Here we are,
forever dwelling, thriving in imaginarium,
building a dream home in the sky,
amongst the clouds, between the cotton sheets,
between the warm snuggles and the pulsing skins,
between the crevices of the neck, the chin,
tucked in pass the wee hours,
chill warmed against the body,
trails of possibilities, pursuit of none.
Looking into the blue,
a violent flutter,
of emotions, of thoughts.
Staring into the depth
our moments swim,
swarm the conscious,
In Pattaya the Sun was a bright amber red,
large glowing ball looming by the crest of the sea.
We were in disbelief it was the setting Sun.
Then it was gone.
And we believed.