Sounds Like Poetry

What is poetry to me? 

It is love 

And everything in-between 

Whether it is two heart forever intertwined 

Or a neck colliding with a bee sting 

It equates to so much 

But at the same time it feels like nothing

It unravels me like a rope 

With dangling cords 

It's flies high like eagles 

It midday soars 

It lives in a kiss 

Till breath falls short 

And it breaths no more 

No matter the cause 

It exists to be adored

Poetry is something worth fighting for 

Because it is and has always been my love

Love always, Esha

Cautious

Be cautious, high voltage.

Maybe rude

Maybe kind

Snap off without notice

Then act like everything’s fine

Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin

Never know if you’ll see them again

They’re rare like hitting the lottery

Fickled like catching the wind

Stepping out every so often

To feel the sand in-between loose toes

To laugh at past mistakes

To blow kisses out the car window

But they disappear with the arrival of snow

When the birds return

Love blooms with the scents of spring

And their ambitions soar on feathered wings

But until then be cautious

Love always, Esha