No Words

Savoring those moments
when emotions spill over,
yet words fail me;

Reminiscing over events
akin to the barren seeds
of an unwritten love song.

My eyes caress your skin,
admiring its sun-kissed contrast
against the white sheets;

and I trace the length of your torso –
pausing to appreciate the contours
of each muscle along the way.

Whispers of shallow breaths betray
the ache of my body’s anticipation
at the thought of yours next to mine.

Time holds no importance
as I languish over a moment,
where nothing else but you exists.

Feelings as deep as the ocean
trapped just below my skin,
simmer in defiance of description.

Fearing that were I remiss to acknowledge
the power of their existence,
they would be forever lost.

Cat-Colored Glasses

I try to think of people the same way I do of cats, because I never met a cat that I didn’t like. Maybe that is because I don’t have any expectations as to what constitutes a ‘good’ one – to me they are all cute, fuzzy, and soft bundles of fur with their own unique, individual personalities. What an accomplishment it would be to be able to look beyond my own expectations of people and just appreciate what they have to offer. Hmmm, seeing the world through cat-colored glasses?? I like it.