An Ode to a Love Long Passed

Somewhere there is a voice that was meant to speak, and I was meant to hear it. A commanding yet subtle voice that became my velvet-smooth obsession. Each breath he took became the soundtrack of my days, which grew pointless until the time came where he could enter it. Days went by, book-ended by his presence. Hands, both soft yet rough in their texture and intent, that held me fast, making my naive hormone-fueled heart swoon and sent it racing into oblivion faster than Forrest Gump. I stayed there, warm in his embrace and breathed in the alien yet familiar scent that was him. I was warm and safe in the arms of vanilla and masculinity, for it had no other true description at the time. Now I know that this haven embodied in a toned, blond-haired, blue-eyed Brit had no other description except perfect. Each aspect was flawless in that it was flawed in just the right ways. An obsession fuels adoration and infatuation and love and affection all in one.


This is my Panda.

Breathe Deep, Exhale the Sky

Sometimes the wind whispers soft, sweet melodies
And often times the silence speaks
But not often enough do we actually listen


Sometimes I feel the warm tingle of the summer sun as it kisses my skin
Most times, though, I feel the calm, cooling embrace of the moon
And the stars twinkle, smiling down on me


Sometimes I look up at the sky,
And I feel like just maybe you're there, too.


Sometimes I'm just me,
And you're just you


Sometimes you're holding me,
And while all the world collapses around us,
You whisper, "But now, sweet love, we can be alone."

The Shadows of the Sun

No more sturdy forts made of blankets
(Might as well hold your tender pillows)
No more Saturday morning cartoons
(Feel free to laugh along in your own silent film)
No more twinkling stars of night-lights
(Monsters, please come in)
No more hiding in the haven of your parents' bed
(Instead the cold, lonely mattress greets you)
No more dreams of gumdrops and lollipops
(Let the nightmares take hold)