amber's

sometimes when i cry i don't bother
to wipe my tears. i want to think i’m in a scene in a movie
and my tears are crystals and my eyes are
bambi.

forest fires are the doing of crazy lovers like you and i

let us go to the park 

so you can call me beautiful

and i'll let my heart blush out of my chest.

give me a piggy back and spoil me

even when i insist i'm not tired;

and when we fall

we'll lie on the green grass

and let the sun wrap our souls.

let us go to the beach 

so you can see the sun kiss my bronze skin

and set in the brown of my eyes.

taste the sea salt from my mouth

and when night comes

make love to me in the shack

our moans drowning

in the din of the crashing waves.

red

watching you button up your shirt

and listening to the sound of water gulping down your throat

so sexy.

our slow walks in my bosky neighbourhood

on roads lined with gold medallions

filled with broken twigs, dried leaves and plumerias

so romantic.

I pick a flower and playfully tuck it behind your ear.

mon cheri

so cute.

we walk like nomad for hours

so slowly the warm wind rushes past my body and somehow i don't wan't to chase it

no more.

the mad river has finally met her sea