corey spears

gratitude

though this is repetetive, it is safe to come here

you must feel my absence from there

the place where you are lying in bed next to me

we face each other

and your hand touches mine.

It takes my breath away

It chases away those scars that want to stay.

I am frozen still.

the beauty I am feeling in this moment makes my heart so full

The sound of this world drains from my ears

just the peace from your touch

keeps me aglow

no words that escape my mouth could accurately depict

the connect to soul you gave me.

now my view sees

ok I have my mind and my maintainence.

~breathing in breathing out~

That is just where we stand

I run my fingers through my newly shorn locks

with want for my hair to experience someone elses

hands to experience my new hair

Then it dawns on me I cannot run that race you folks run.

I am the guy who has not the fortitude do so

Now I just watch them go on

and I might never love or know

why the gods are so unfair.

But I will watch and wait for what falls in to place.

luckiest time continues to repeat II

the luckiest time continues to repeat

If you were to wake next to me you'd

find me waking with a smile

but the amount of breaths that have passed through me since

then are innumerable - much to my chagrin.

All I have are parasympathetic expressions that lead me to a

beach with miles of sand like talc

I am on your shirtless back

speaking freely into your ear

38 miles and mouths pressed together

and I still tatse you on my breath now

The sea is on both sides of us

one side is silent, while the other is spectacular and

symphonic.

Each ripple of your musculture matches the sand -

as if both could only be perfectly arranged by nature itself

and though envy pours out of me in the form of "her" and "him"

I walk away with you and

you hold my hand.

MOM

From my passage to her arms and from her  arms to the creative forces and back again with more to share and express and shed .she can not take it back and now i grow with intensity and shine because she made it so... her silence must be heard as her vision is lived through me....

flashback

photo by M@

cold December window

here I am for fresh for you.

it has become apparent that this moment in fact is

a flashback to what happened before and we do not care.

you have the same crisp sheets

I look into your bright green eyes and know how fleeting our

precious interlude is going to be.

your kiss is the same , magical and is hot like love

running through your veins and passing into my heart.

opened once again for all of this to take place

and be put away so you are safe.

and you miss me so don't you?