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He held his hands out filled with water
A bird in the bush after a long flight
The water glimmered in the golden hour
He smiled sweetly
Steadily
Patiently
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One sip
and she knew to trust her wings over the price of water
© Rachel Cross Art 2017
I love this photo. I took it on Thanksgiving at my mothers. I was impressed with how much water it held and even the reflection of myself staring back at me in the water.
"Who am I"
Jack Crow
How do I say I need space?
Without you thinking it's about you.
I'm growing, learning, expanding.
I let you in close,
too close.
As I grow it pushes you back.
You can't see it, you only feel it.
There is no less space between us
except possibly in our hearts.
I am a new person,
in a new body,
in a new mindset,
and a new lease on life.
It's not you, you were different
It's me, I'm outgrowing everything.
As I devour the earth
and drain every drop I can,
will I be ready?
I don't know.
I need space.
I haven't tasted enough to say ok,
this is where I'll stay.
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I look away
For in that moment
Our eyes spoke
Sensations sparked
Hearts fluttered
Minds wandered
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Agaze again
For in this moment
A loud whisper
Is conveyed
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I want it too
© Rachel Cross 2017
You gave me a taste
It still lingers
A deep inhale followed by
An even deeper exhale
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I felt something
It was a small piece of a puzzle
But it fit
It felt right
I want more
I don't want less
I know I want it again
Whatever it was
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In the morning before coffee.
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I'm on the hunt for that missing piece... where ever I may find it.
Hidden kitten
© Rachel Cross 2017
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The breeze fingers through my hair
The warm air saturates my lungs
The biting rush upon my lips
This is it
This is the time
The time we sit back
Let go
Give fate a hand at the wheel
Life is fleeting
Youth is fleeting
All we have is this moment
So give it all you've got
First thing
Tomorrow
Tonight
We live
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© Rachel Cross 2017
The night was young
Now the night is warm
A bit more comfortable
A little slower
More sensual
A bit more passionate
More alive
Like me
If I could describe with my lips the way my eyes do
You would feel the warmth traveling through my body
The tingling sensation that make my hair stand on end
You would see the warm glow all around like the morning light
See colors more vibrant and aromas more pleasant
But all I have are these words
because you aren't here to gaze into my eyes
© Rachel Cross Art 2016