Red.She is angry.Angry beyond that oh so normal reflective gazeShe would usually holdOn such an occasion.Her face,Molten and cracked,Merging with the lakes within her eyes,Faces meAnd the heat that I feel from her casts me back.The snakes in her hair are long goneSince I arrived,And all I have to free myselfIs that imminent excuse I will always use.One lie, and one response.Some day it will never work.
Luckiest.I sit opposite him,Imagining I'm stroking his hair through my handsAnd oh so gentlyPulling him close to me.He stops.Looks up, feeling my cloudy gaze around his headAs he sits on his own,Thinking of what I can only hope to beMe.And thenI find myself stroking his hairAnd holding him close to me,Not worrying about a thing.We are together, merging intoOne.Because,Even though I dream aboutAll these things,I can still have them any time I want.
Here.What once was,Is not now.What once lived,Does not now.What once meant something,Means nothing now.For now,It has been decided,That although long agoYou meant something to me,You cannot pursue longer.He is now here,And it will always stay that way.
Fly.I flew tonight.You flew with me;Our pulses symmetrical,Our intent the same.We travelled for milesSynchronised as one,Soaring upwardsUntil we'd reached the zenith of our goal.And as we drifted downFrom that euphoriaI held you tight,Vowing never to let you go.
The Gift.A gift from youWould be the best gift I could receive.A gift from youWould contain a smile, a laugh,A wide-eyed surprise.A gift from youWould contain such emotionThat I would treasure it foreverAnd never let it go.A gift from you,Of you, to me.