Butterflies

At this point, words are not necessary.
We shut the movie off, dim the lights and fall into each other’s embrace.
My head finds its home on his chest
while I listen to his heart race in between each of his slow, rhythmic breaths.
I alternate between drawing obscure shapes on his shoulder with my fingers
and running my hand through the curls of his perfectly disheveled hair.
Simultaneously, his hand runs from the base of my neck, down my arm, and to my lower back,
never lingering for more than a second
before making its way back up.
This motion repeats. And repeats.
The movement of his hand is so soothing that my eyes begin to shut
and my mind flirts with the notion of sleep.
But sleeping in a situation like this would not be sensible.
This situation is so calm,
so tranquil, so relaxing,
that I want to absorb every drop of its beauty into my conscious being.
I lift my head the slightest bit, and he looks down at me.
I kiss his soft cheek, flash him my most sincere smile,
and proceed to sink back into the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in
on this college dorm-room bed.
Moments like this one instantaneously turn my stomach into a domicile for excited butterflies
and I am not complaining.

*Amber

Epitome of Perfection

Kwincy needed a Ballad for his class, so I wrote one for him. I'm such a good friend! Here it is:

Today I woke to such a sight

I thought it was a dream

The presence of such beauty made

My soul calm and serene

Her face consumed by such a grace

Impossible to find

I knew that very moment that

I had to keep her mine

Enveloped in a dreamlike state
her body soft and still
The bronze glow of her tender skin
and curves like gentle hills

Her hair flowed softly ‘cross the bed,

As smooth as quiet streams
Her beauty overtook me
and I couldn’t help but beam

I looked upon her porcelain face
her lips had formed a smile
She rubbed the tired from her eyes
and yawned wide as the Nile

I placed my arm around her and
I whispered in her ear,
“Good morning my fair angel. Did
you sleep well here, my dear?”

She curled up to my body, placed
her hand upon my chest
Looked up in my direction and
said, “Dear, I slept the best.”

I lowered my face downward and
I kissed her rosy cheek
Automatically I shivered,
(and) my muscles became weak

I mustered up the strength to lift
my body out of bed
I pulled her along with me, held
her soft hands while I said,

“I think it’s time to tell you the

Word ‘like’ is obsolete
You make my heart swell twice its size-

I love you.” Short and sweet.

 *Amber

Unique and Glorious

I’ve never met one
who becomes more beautiful
every time he speaks.

*Amber

Alone Tonight

Inspiration has been lacking.
All excitement’s nonexistent.
Screaming silence is attacking
me. And, boy, is it persistent.

Every wall’s splattered with empty,
Every window’s seeping darkness.
This bed’s consumed with lonely,
And this body’s feeling heartless.

*Amber

Eternal Life

You can have eternal life-
Just impress someone. Stun someone.
Embed yourself in their mind and you’ll have won a prize comprised of
perpetual life.

If you’re wise, you’ll impress the world.
You’ll live forever in conversations between girls,
boys, women, and men-
Your name will leak from the tips of their pens.
You could be immortalized on pages
bound in books
that lie on desks
inside of classrooms.
You could be the topic of online chat rooms,
or blogs
that will exist after your physical body is gone.

You can become famous- or infamous
the choice is yours.

Einstein lives behind our science,
Morrison behind The Doors.
Washington throughout our country,
Mozart lives throughout his scores.
Hitler lives inside the minds of any human with a heart,
but that kind of eternal life will tear people apart.

A positive impression upon everyone you meet
seals a life after your death in slab of hard concrete.
Don’t allow yourself to pass, leaving nothing but closed eyes…
Just because you’re dead, doesn’t mean you have to die.

*Amber