Borrowed Time

Everyone lives and dies

we each learn to love

and that love evolves

imprinting beauty

and pain

remembered in moments of silence

silence

I expect it

living on borrowed time

as we do

distance

and circumstance

truth

may bring an end

or

beginning

Our World

Time stands still, in our world

our creation

We hide together

in our blanket fort, discussing

nothing really

You kiss me from time to time

sparking the flames

as we move to lay under the stars

There are no cares, no other world

wind blows through the trees, crickets chirp

and I press a kiss against your temple

down to the base of your neck

your pulsing heart

quickens my own

as we disappear

into our world

The Dark Room

There is a room

hidden

obscured behind

tangled branches

deep in the woods.

The door handle is slimy,

inside

lies and every imaginable fear.

Some creep out to haunt me,

if I'm not wary

they escape.

There is loss

and shame,

guarded by a stubborn version

of my pride

guarding my heart.

If I am honest

that room

is closer than I like to admit.