Past Tense

Plaese do not steal or copy my work.

Through my mind she races.

I don’t understand why
I feel insane
Blown.
Quiet.
Silent.
Out of control from the pure
Energy that I feel when with her.
She brings me towards the sky
To a new high that I cannot comprehend
But I need her to feel
Like I matter-
That I can go on.
I don’t want to depend on her touch

                Her hands on my skin feeling me for whom I am; finding my roughness pleasing and finding                 what’s wrong, and making it right.

Yet, I miss her.
Crave her.
I adore how the sun rises in her eyes
How it sets when she sleeps,
Calling the moon to bathe her in an unadulterated light of beauty.