Sparrow Blue

Some days I feel like Sylvia

Opening the oven door

When Anais walks

Into the kitchen

And reminds me to live

Feel the flush of my skin

When he whispers in my ear
My heartbeat like a drum
Desirous of everything

Cocooned in satin at

The sound of Billie's voice

Tasting the subtle notes

Of the Bordeaux 

As it hits my tongue

Trickles down my throat

Sets fire to my belly

Bicycling down steep hills

As the wind 

slam-dances 

With me...

But It's been six days

Since I've seen

Our city's skyline
The tops of the buildings
Swallowed by a thick
Suffocating fog

And I feel I am being

Carried away with it

The sky won't stop

Weeping and the

Atmospheric pressure

Crushes my heart 

A little more each day

It's taking all my strength

To avoid a shallow life

Dive deep within myself

To find the answers

Be filled purpose

And to know 

I cannot save anyone

I can only love them

Including myself...

~Amber C. Smith 2015

Seahorses

Encased in glass with water and shells 

Two seahorses floated beside her bed

The chaos was always heavy in the air

She wanted to be anywhere but here

I would just lay on my stomach

Hypnotized by the two seahorses 

Afraid to see the wildness in her eyes

Making contact was always dangerous

It was smarter to look away

But it was like watching a beautiful storm

That pulls you in while 

Destroying 

Everything

That stands in its way.

~Amber C. Smith 2015