tulips.

adrenaline at the fingertips;
a numb sensation rushing through the body.
anticipation growing in sync with the night...
deep conversation:
"no topic is too taboo."

physical attraction dominates thought for a short
period of time, only to resign to a greater attraction:
that of the mind.

the sway of the rocking chairs as cars infrequently pass by,
oblivious while being watched as each pair of luminescent
headlights gradually disappears in the distance.

the rocking chairs.
sitting and talking;
word by word, conversation leads to comfort:
... a truly unexpected form of comfort.
sinking hearts left only to drown are suddenly
revived from their self.indulgent comas.

the half moon struggles to catch a glimpse
through the dense tree branches...
to glow on the brick sidewalk and the benches lined
along the timeworn path.

the opportunity to hold one another is granted
and taken advantage of.

there is a sense of cured loneliness...
yet the knowledge of inevitable departure haunts the mind.
standing, holding one another, not wanting to let go.

"its times like these that make
me not want to go to Michigan."

shattered mirror.

i no longer see myself in my reflection,
but rather those who have so molded
me into who i've become.

this depth of image is a curse.
i am not pure.

i have been used.
i have been broken.
i have so many secrets.