the universe

The smell of wet cement is beautiful. It's the reverse of sunshine on grass. The wetness, the smell rising reminds you of cool days and fresh water. A tinkling bell and cold hands. Sunshine is like fresh squeezed orange juice spilling light onto grass. It's warm, delicious,hot and almost sexual.

It's spring and the waves of the ocean are beckoning me closer. She is almost human. I imagine she is voluptuous- all curves, thick thighs and softness. But her eyes would speak of her wrath and her skin would taste of salt. Skin of sand, hair of seaweed. The water is her womb and all the creatures her children.

I smell the sunshine, I feel it's heat warming my skin, a hot kiss. I taste the rain, drops of water that bring destruction and bring life.

The skeletal trees are remembering who they are and showering us with the gift of cherry blossoms. Pink snow that dances on the breeze before tumbling and meeting the ground with a quiver.

I feel it all and I long to be part of it.