Eyes open Watching Holding you against my breast Fingers running over planes Bodies molded into one Sounds of you sleeping Trusting Why… Am I still awake
Snow in April Just when my body Relaxes…awakens Ready for Spring Skies open Cold returns Snow drifts down Caressing flowers Shrouding them Under deadly blankets of white Strong blooms survive Weak…wither and die Mirroring life Crying Harsh…brutal…beauty Nature