Vulnerable

Letting the stars wash over me,
As I lay in the dust,
And energize in the moonlight.

Vulnerable.

If it happened...

Sometimes...
Your skin crawls because it aches to be touched.
It aches to feel a gentle,  yet overwhelming tickle.

Something that sends shivers down your spine,
And breeds goosebumps on your skin.


Your soul aches for a whisper,
A back arching sigh of words
Beautifully teasing your mind.

And you lay there
Imagining
What it would be like,
If it actually happened.

Engulfed in serenity

Isn't it funny
How sometimes you can't feel the breeze until your bare skin is beaded in water?

But the second you dip your body into that drenched bliss
Submerge then re-emerge
A cool breeze tickles you.

Goosebumps.
In the most endearing way.

So then you decide to submerge yourself again,
Releasing your senses.
And you enter that water a little faster than before,
Letting go a little more...

And before you know it you're in the deep end
Floating on your back,
Only your face remaining dry and towards the sky

Senses lost
Floating
Smiling
Engulfed in serenity

I miss...

I miss reading the passion drip down pages,
Like water soaked ink on the most simple paper.
I miss feeding my imagination, my soul, my craving.

I'd beg,
But I'd seem weak.
I'd whisper,
But that fear eats me.

So I'll occasionally glance,
Into the night- trying to decode the stars.
As if I have some power in how they fall.