Tuesday, February 8, 2011


Photo: Tangerine By Diana Lee @Diana605 from LifeThruBlueEyes

My sunrise was 
the sound of your
heels on the hall.


Like the oxygen
was suddenly richer
and there was bliss
in my brain.

The moment your skin
was on mine
Mary Shelley wrote

I walked through
my thoughts like
a 6'5 toddler.


My mouth searching
for the words
to describe how
I felt.

My lips tasting
your sweet breath
reminscent of
Italian volcano juice
the blood oranges
and tangerines.