The predawn stare planning out the day ahead. The treacherous stairs down the side of an eroded cliff every neighbor has them row after row after row a protective rib cage spanning the coast. A century of family members trudging along a worn out trip to the beach, how time has taken from this place.…

There is an open chance at love, a one in a million opening where it's no surprise just how glued our eyes get. I find her irresistible this must mean something when it's hard to think. She wears a forever necklace that says, i very simply wish... Perhaps the necklaced gift was her lucky charm…

With a half torn look she brings the microphone softly to her lips and for the first real time we get to hear that voice. In front of an audience she sings her glorious ballads I swear she was born for this night. Eyes affixed in adoration the volume grows around her we try to…

I can see why it takes a while to get close to you it's a slow delicate ride. If I could get with you, I'd have a good laugh at all those who said you would never love me back. Like last night when you were everlasting helping me catching up to our last time.…

With time and attention balanced all eyes shift in one direction. From that first time, until this latest moment the girl sits seductively polished. Miles from an unfinished garden, the thorn bush completely removed, the coveted yard in heirloom blossoms sits ready to prove her work. Waiting to properly answer, having memorized the trigger words…

Believing in something bigger betting there's no need to worry while on knees leaning to elbows please form a prayer chain. This righteous plan works, call it divine or something else we will perform whatever it takes to shine with supportive love. No matter how it looks there are second chances to second choices. Some…

We drink from paper cups here, that fragile first introduction and she's in my head again the girl who holds everything close. These are the delightful first starts that never seem to hit their mark. From the first night until now there's no waiting on this one, she and her sensitive side, it means I…

The trouble curves are happen stance triggered by some chance encounter. With just one look, all good judgement is stripped and torn away. Today we must redefined as the beginning so that yesterday will have its purpose. Everything between the delicate strangers was going exactly as planned, a chance encampment with a stranger was the…

Nostalgia's quick and easy grasp the memory trigger pushes us up and over the edge we go. There's no use in feeling the height of this fall will be enough to kill us both. We have these last few seconds here on this earth before we reset and start again. Her hands have always been…