Rolling Hills 
and cedar trees.

that's our meeting place, 
where we dance with abandon, 
running towards each other frantically.

Rolling down over rolling hills
Dancing naked around bonfires
you strum your guitar  
and utter my name 
and it sounds like a song.



The sweetest lie
the hardest truth 
both meet here in this moment.
I'm almost afraid to admit 
I'm falling for you. 

Our hearts beat wild 
breaking free from our rib cages 
with just a touch and a glance. 
You light up the fire in my heart. 
You carve a place for yourself in my soul.


You intoxicate my senses.
You hold me close
look straight into my eyes
bashful and unapologetic
Talk is cheap and...
baby we're better than that. 



You skip the small talk 
jump straight for the hard questions. 
that's when I fell in love with you. 

-Janice Raquela Mendonca