Sometimes it etches

Sometimes it etchesit can only come through certain meansa word that’s embedded in nonsensein lines that aren’t continuousin languages unspokenbody parts unseen In flickers of candle lights at nightwhen one’s alone in the darkin blistering pain, hungerfrustration, exhaustion, boredomin the pain of a headachewhen one wants to dance but one can’t in the right place

I just feel you

L is not for the way you look at meo is for everything that’s not mewoe is meb is for everything beautiful outside of my realmno need to search for it deep in my eyesit takes a million years to get there, and to see ithiding behind all this is beautybehind the barricade of lipsthat

Him: Perfection in a glass globe

She flung her foot on the table and peeled up her black mesh stockings. She looked at him under the misty lights with moist red lips, and casted her eyes down at him. He wished he could run his fingers through her soft blonde hair strands, but he was sitting down on the chair and

Him: Another night

Another night and yet again he thought about the wretched stripper that he loved who didn’t love him back. Her luscious hair, her sparkling eyes, the way she spun on the pole and walked with stride. The way she lifted her skirt and teased with her smile. The way she held his hand, to take

Him: He thought and thought

He couldn’t go to sleep the next night either. It was two consecutive days of feeling frantic. He looked outside his cage-like apartment window, and he couldn’t figure out why he was feeling that way. Was it because he was existing, yet no one was aware of it?Dying each day, yet no one was documenting

Him: Moonlights and touch

‘How can I live without you’ he thought while envisioning the stripper that he loved.He replayed the conversation they had a couple of nights ago and the many conversations before that. It was all a blur. What stuck to him was how they made him feel, and what he felt was that he needed her.Like

Rooftop lovin

You took me there again we fell in love on the rooftop, again I rediscovered youagain I let it out again overflow the look in your eyes overflow our hearts speak of love overflowfloweringcaptivatingenergizinglovingseducingtantalizingachingbreakingfuckingfor what it’s all worth fking with you for days long goneasking for more againfor a long long time

Hug you, adore you

Adore youhug you; nothing more, nothing lessfeel me feel youwarmth and doubtlove and losswounds and healinghurt and feelings In a dream I hadhug youadore you

I wouldn’t dream about you

I wouldn’t dream about youhad you not comeeuphoria about youthere in your lineswords entwinethey give in so much about who you areI couldn’t deny thembelieve me (my love)when I don’t say muchI say a whole lotplease excuse this complex…matter of where things are If you weren’t thereI wouldn’t dream about you

Both of us lost

Words comewhen the winds comeand trace their fingertipsup and down your skin when the spell of drygets quenched by the gulp of your tap waterwhen words form and dont say a thingbut those feelings spun by the heart etch themselves in writing amid the desolate desert of lifewhere no flowers thrivewhere there’s no rainbut the

Thanks for teaching me a thing or two about love

Discovered at a young agefor whatever it mayfor your real wordsand your presencefor me being mefor all being all

Him: Arm’s length

He and the stripper were sitting across from each other at the table next week.“Can we be close to each other without being lovers”? she asked him.“Well, is there something to talk about?” He asked her.“Some things specifically” she said.“Like…?”“Like the theory of relativity.”“I don’t know about that” he said as he looked away.“It’s how

Caress you

I want to caress youis that fine?Trace my fingers across your warm skinlift your shirttrace some morelooking at your eyesletting my heart talk and pour out I wanna heal youis that all right? Lost in the sea of your warm eyesa slow sweet demisefitcomplete I wanna hold youis that ok?And look nowhere else but in

‘I love you too’

‘I love you too’the somebody said to thin air

An American dream

Picture this:lights underneath the night skyfrom the airplane;they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffsthere’s men, so far awaywho knew it’d be youcurly dark haireyes that glare and don’t speakthe smile that lights up streets

Love for everyone

You sitting, surrounding yourself by the fireworksthe love in his embracethe bighorn’s silent thoughtsthat is all I needthe look in Twinked eyesJet inquisitiveness

Becomes human

Wanting to be close to youand to be afraid of being closethe gates to your castlewide open for the waves to come inyou’re too intelligent, too complex,too boringyet too socialto not to hear you;like thirstgive me too muchto the point I just want itthese are the concerns you havewhen a study subjectbecomes human

Him: With her

“Your story’s good” she said while blowing her cigarette up in air at the table with him. Across the table, he dipped his fries into the ketchup then ate it. She wouldn’t have believed that the only story that ever mattered to him was the one with her in it. ‘Hell, I don’t even need

The strange place that you’re from

I don’t know what you’re made ofit’s so far away, strange, and foreignI don’t know if you’re a friend or a foebut maybe we’re friendsat least it appears that waybut within this facadeis there anything more?are you a miragetime untrackeda place never knownthe people in it, strange I could go there with youtake me thereto

Him: She wanted a teddy bear

She wanted a teddy bear. She drove him wild. She was the stripper whom he loved, who didn’t love him back. He recalled a story she told him about a time when she really wished for a new teddy bear, but her single mother couldn’t afford one. Now that he was making money selling sandwiches,

Him: I just needed to talk

He dialed the hot girl hotline. He fumbled through the steps for payment. “Hello…” a seductive voice answered.“Hi” he said, “I just needed to talk” and he broke down and cried. Typically, he would have gone to the familiar strip club and attempt to talk to the girl he loved. However, she only made herself

Him: Delusional state

He made her breakfast; whatever she wanted, and they ate together. They went for a nice afternoon walk. They huddled and cuddled. Watched their kids play. Kissed each other “goodnight” and repeated it the next day. That’s all he ever wanted. It gave him purpose. He also had a supportive wife. Every night they pretended

Him: A hug that would go nowhere

He looked out the window of his apartment’s living room. The sun was setting, and his feelings were just as distant. He thought about the temporary situations in his life, and how they made him feel so alive. And yet so empty. Like that one-night stand he had with a stripper that led to nowhere.

Him: Highlight of the year

They met up another weeknight at the same table in the strip club. She was still as distant as before. She dragged her cigarette in front of him. Her painted eyelids were cast down, and it seemed as if she was in deep thought. He stared at her. His light hairs shone underneath the club

Him: I love depressed guys

“I love depressed guys” the stripper said as she stared at the club’s ceiling and smoked her cigarette, “They’re good at sex.”“Well I’m not depressed and I’m good at sex” he said.She turned to look at him and blinked her eyes, “You live in a closet, smoke crack at dawn, and have a disease” she