Free Flow

Neither in a rush nor in a hurry; We vowed to let go of our insecurities. Excluding all of our expectations; We adapted to the free flow of things.

Besides the vibe of our energies mixing; And the guiding of our hearts’ intentions; We hoped to enjoy whatever we’d find In the midst of this experience, together…

Old Fashioned

With a pen in hand,

I wrote my number upon your palm.

With your phone in hand,

You chuckled while intrigued.

Calling me old-fashioned.

School Kids

With no plans or place to go, we roamed the city. Walking down unknown paths, we seized the moment and took in the scenery.

Unsure of what to say, we played the game of staring and then looking away like school kids. In all innocence and ignorance, we taunted each other while monkeying-around until we felt comfortable.

With laughter as loud as the music blaring from our phones, our conversation fell in sync with our stride and vibes. We found ourselves familiar, while visiting an old school yard.

Elevators

I’ve never liked small spaces.

The constant ups and downs;

Being confined behind closed doors.

Waiting to arrive at destinations;

I’ve never been a fan of elevators.

Yet, here I am, patiently waiting;

Except this time,

I was intrigued by the ride.

Something changed when you stepped in

Before the doors closed;

Mere Stranger

There I was – minding my business; until I laid eyes upon you. At that moment, I realized – not even the wonders of the world could compare to your magnificence.

My lip quivered in fear as I observed your splendor. Your essence left me in awe as you walked across the floor, lighting up my darkened mind.

I grew still as adoration began to tug upon my forlorn heart, causing me to desire – all you had to offer, although you were just a mere stranger.

Nervous

Approaching you,

My mind drew a blank when you arrived. My heart raced. The muscles in my face hurt from smiling as we embraced. I was so glad to see you.

Tongue-tied and sweaty-palmed.

You opened your mouth to release the butterflies felt but stumbled over your words like a child with untied shoelaces. However, I caught you, again – mid-fall.

Wide-eyed and blushing.

I stood kindled with curiosity, observing. Inhaling, the breath of fresh air of which you are – just as anxious. I was filled with the same butterflies, trying to reach cloud nine just from being in your presence.

I guess – we were nervous.

Swings

Life passed us by as we dwelt behind metal gates. We swung to and fro as our feet were treading along the rubber blacktop.

The world screamed aloud in urban tones; as we spoke of life’s different pinnacles and the challenges we had to endure.

Nothing seemed to matter, really. Instead, we were captivated by each other’s desire to fly and fear of falling. We considered our options by allowing the wind to guide us.

Depending solely on blind faith in the unseen and unexpected, we held on for dear life while soaring upon our dreams, trusting that rusted swing set wouldn’t fail us.