The Day

Nervous ticks, twitching hands
The thrill is unknown
Fabric slides across your body
Making your heart stutter

Final touches are made
Pins are adjusted, skirts rustled
Flowers scent the air
Weaving in and out of the scene

A lone figure, waiting, shadowed
In the wings, seconds pass as hours
White dress, glowing heart, fluttering mind
Her journey is about to begin

The breath stops, she steps out
In the distance, love stares
Heart stopping, hands shaking
The white figure of love

(B)risk

Autumn falls, cool and crisp change
Leaves turning green to brown, to red
Morning air breaks upon your face
Like water flowing over rocks

The sky swirls around you
Patterns in the air, unseen
Except by the leaves who travel
Dancing through the change

New times, and yet ancient and aging
Each brisk day new, yet timeless
Urging you forward in life, to new days
And new times, and old loves

Heat

Sorry I didn't post this earlier! Also, I tried to make this poem a bit more sexy than normal, to counter act the mostly sad poems that have been on here before.

Hands on your skin
Soft sighs whispering of untold futures
Lightest of touches, subtle wanting
Fingertips brushing fingertips, then entwining

Lips lingering, kisses and kisses
Growing heady with want, with need
Breath mingling together, warm and sweet
Closing the distance between hearts and bodies

Intoxicating touches, loving and lusting
Heartfelt, and honest, and together
Desire, escaping through every pore
Need bringing souls and skins as one

Jump

New seasons start bringing new hope and light
Challenges and newness can be frightening
Never knowing what to expect, what's lurking
Around the corner, who knows what's awaiting?
Something beautiful could be there
Something fun, something startling

Taking the leap into the unknown is scary
Your heart is on the line, glowing in the dark
A beacon, but for what?
Nervous glances, wondering in the dark
The dark of uncertainty and newness
But everything, even the dark, can be beautiful

So in the new season, stars pinprick in the sky
Hearts, ready for love, and hope, and joy
Wind rushes through your hair
Bringing a breeze of new life to you
Ready to jump?

Ivy in the Walls

It takes strength and stamina to break down a wall
The breaks in the walls let beings in.
They let in clouds of laughter.
Rays of trust and seeds of happiness sneak quietly in
Love flourishes in the cracks in the wall.

But they can be dangerous, suddenly violent.
Mistrust slips in, unnoticed, yet provoked.
Sensitivity creeps like ivy vines, in every crevice.
Hurt comes barreling in, flying through the wall.
It crumbles into dust.

The wall can be beautiful,
full of barriers, yet also loose stones
But if it's torn down, what is left?
Only tears, loneliness, and pain mixed with the rubble.

Shining Eyes

Emotions are tricky things
Years of building up resistance
Because, to survive, it was needed,
Broken, because now trust is needed
Or so you've been told

One shift, one hand inched away
And the wall cracks
Fissures spiderweb, unable to be controlled
The rogue tear escapes
With an argument you can't comprehend

Then fingers find yours, searching for an anchor
Your eyes and body avert, trying to avoid
The question and confusion on its way

Blue eyes shine, brows furrowed
The concern is touching, deep down where it hurts,
Heart-breaking and soul-saving, and here

Your eyes shine too, with stars and rain
Sighs and comfort, you lean in again
Emotions are fickle things.