Find Some Beautiful Place To Get Lost. . .

She coyly smiles and urges me to chase after her. The wind blows her hair across her smile as she turns back and skips far ahead of me. The skip turns into a swaying walk and she doesn't look back because she's confident that I am still close behind. I gently brush my hand against her hips and I stop her in her tracks. She leans her face to the left, I pull her hair aside and kiss the right side of her neck. My hands find their way home to her waist and press her up against me. The city surrounds us, while the sun seeps through our summer skin. Time doesn't just slow down, it comes to a complete stop and then we are the only two in the world enveloping ourselves into each other in slow motion.

Take my hand while I dream and never let it go please. Pull me through into your world so I can dwell with you.

[taschka turnquist]

Just Fall

I look forward into the distance without blinking. I stare into a remote place until it burns. The refusal to blink is only giving my tears time to well up, become too heavy, and race down my cheeks. I want to blend into the distance but I cannot advance until I trust that she will catch me when I fall blindly into her arms. The game of trust is fickle. I've fallen onto the ground too many times and I shouldn't want to do it again. But I want to trust that she will catch me when I fall backwards into her arms. I fell backwards before only to be surprised that she wasn't there to catch me. She was suppose to be my support but instead I just fell through the clouds for another to catch. I only want to be able to trust that she cares enough to catch me. 

Just fall.