The Sun Will Rise Again
For The First Woman, I Ever Let My Gaurd Down For

Flames doing ballet in glass jars
Our palms
Effortlessly connected
the lines
of the thing they say is beating
Stop start
I turn to find you
Farther
more like parting seas
Sea salt like
bittersweet
Broken breeze like violin strings
My feelings
are
staccato
Between the sheets
I dream
the way
your curls
flow
Delicate skin
Golden glow
I feel your lips
Smile
On my pillow
Mi flor
You’re my
willow
The way your hands
move and shake
For the art
you create
Strong and gentle force
Like you
Much too
beautiful
to ignore
Patterns grace
Like
sunflower’s vase
I wish I were
Your Muse
But please don’t
Put me
On display
For if your hands
Move this way
Across my body
Forever
Is how long
I would Stay
You’re so
soft to me
Meadow mist
The beauty
And depth of
The oceans
That belong to this earth
Have nothing
on you
The way you giggle
could end
wars
You’re voice
Gives me
Sweet rising surfaces
On my skin
And
your skin
On my skin
Honey blissed
Deep waterfalls
I’ve never known
but
Missed
Heavy-hearted
I understand
I can’t afford
what you cost
Locked jaws
Unhooked bras
Emotions running raw
I should watch
where I’m going
before
I fall
I can’t give you what you want
Still
I dream
Your gentle sunrise eyes
beam into mine
Destroy my fears
Woman
You’d make me wise
beyond
My years
Hands held
Feelings felt
Good times spent
Rolling over to kiss you
good morning
sheets drenched
In your scent
But I shouldn’t lie
My feelings read staccato on the music lines
But not because
I’m unsure
For whoever you want
I am
Not
Her
Bright
hopeful lights
Turn to
Unrequited sighs
And reality sets in
Like
Sunset skies
This shooting star has passed
I can’t keep sleepwalking
Summer sun turns to winter frost
My heart
broken
For I
understand
I can’t afford
what you cost
Though my feelings for you
Will soon receive an epitaph
I will
never
Forget
How you made me
laugh
Fleeting thoughts
of you
Fade
Like
Heartbeats
Are faint
Flames still
dance ballet
Someday
May a woman
Enter the thing they say that beats
May
that woman
Stay
About the Creator
Jazza
writer, singer, human



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