Woman.

I saw her
Beautiful presence of
Womanly being
I knew I loved her then
I saw her
Essence and grace
Stockings up high
Red on her lips
You felt as if you have been with her
Before
It was the art of holding what you were up high
Pride is ones worse predator
Rare.
She was everything
It wasn't a look
Hardly a moment
When you see her
You kind of just stop.
The way the skirt hugged her.
She was everything
That mattered about
 being a woman.

The Sea.

I walk somber

Against the fainted tan

Crisp air you followed me

Salt air keeps me

I have missed you

Like memories of me

When I was...

All my darkest 

Come for you 

The promise you make

That in the end

There is only you

But that is enough. 

Playing with fire.

I lite a fire
Grew in my hands
The glow alone
Could light a world
Unknown.
I watched it dance
Fiery flames of madness
Till it blushed my palms
I got too close.
Blistered.
Heat.
Fire.
Ice cubes!
I got too close.