Zemira

 Calm is the wind,

 Never a dull blemish,

 Calloused into the land.

“Blunt the sword”,

 Cried the makers of peace,

Inhale,

Begin to sigh,

Climbing a ridge.

Exhale,

Falling back down,

Crunching all the way.

I like to think of them as souvenirs 

The spot on my back that the sun kissed so hard

It made a mark

They say that February is the month where the tan lines vanish

when you go to the emergency room
they ask you to rate your pain on a scale of one to ten 

Just so you know, 

You are not a number, 

you are not a digit out of 10 

or a rating, 

you are not a GPA 

and you are not what you got on the SAT, 

Love is an open door?

All you need is love?

Love story?

I know that feeling

A bit differently

Not quite what the song was intended for

But I know of love

That opens doors

The love that is