the smell of rain and grass and flowers from an open window, cool in my nose.

These are my dream-come-true days, my me with you days.

Drinking coffee is like sipping on hopefulness; strong, pure, true.

With You

every night is Friday night
and every morning is Sunday morning

Becoming New

every day a little more revealed surprise.

There's a Love

deeper than flesh, and more insistent
purer than the honey from a wild hive