I saw a rising splendor amongst the remnants of what I had remembered.
A shining remembrance that takes the form of a phoenix.
I remember now.
She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.
Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.
The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.
It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.
Jason C. Cushman
Some day we’ll walk to the edge of tomorrow and leave yesterday behind.
Our footsteps will plant new memories upon the nightmares that once lived here. That once grew here.
Some day we’ll no longer need a one day and our today will be enough.
I see that some day on the horizon. Pushing against the day I want to forget.
Rising thought. Why do you rise?
Coming up as a new thought in disguise.
A long lost name remembered.
From that day in December.
When you let both my hands fall.
And life became so dismal.
I rose once before.
But your rising thought I cannot ignore…
Concrete garden over me.
Automation inside of me.
Stone floor solid as can be.
Walls to block the beauty.
My concrete world supposed to be.
A grown-up world no child should see.
She begs me to write her clothes onto the floor.
Each and every piece until her whole body has been explored.
My pen unbuttons without a second thought.
Scribbling towards what I want.
Naked body meets naked mind.
Feel your inhibitions unwind.
Feel me like you feel my words.
Smooth as hands upon your curves.
Take me now, come take me in.
Ecstasy as we begin again.