Loosely based on Post Secret

Burchfield style landscape (Senior Year)

Senior Year Lanscape

Remembrance by Maya Angelou

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

The First, Finally

i'm not much for talking verbally, so maybe this will be a way to get some of my thoughts out mostly so i can see them. i want to find out what i really like. what is it that draws people to certain characteristics? what is beautiful and what is real? why do we do the things we do? who wires our psychology? why is the sky blue and all that jazz? i'm just thinking about things.