I want you

Dirty
In colors, smeared all over your face
Colors dusted on your clothes
I want you shaking off swamp waters
And dripping holy sweat
I want to line your face
From your eyes to your ears
In black kohl
I wanna put you where you belong
On a pedestal chair overlooking
Ripped scraps and banana peels
I wanna get down on my knees and worship you

20181128_Colors_Sn.jpg

 

Advertisements

Love it

Summer’s just begun and it hasn’t ended yet. Let’s go walk in the warm rain baby. Let’s hold hands and goof around. I wish we could be naked; there’s no one around. But you never know who can come up, so let’s wear our shirts real thin. Let’s smile and look up at the sky, and when the water pours into our eyes let’s cry and laugh. Hold my hand and let’s dance. Wrap me close in your arms. Let’s drink up the rain and kiss the lips. Let’s run and hide and splash in bliss. I love it when we’re all soaked and muddy. Kiss me again and taste me all dirty. It feels so alive and grounding. You and I and mud and rain. Your smile and the drenched hair over your face. Rain dripping down your teeth. I wouldn’t want anything else in the world but to stand here and look at you.

 

20180627_211333.jpg

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning
And once in a while before bed…
This feeling of total control over my life
It’s like magic, with tricky hands
I can see where the ball strikes next
And wins.
It’s like that in your harried presence
It’s your commanding glare
Looking at my
Dirty skin and hair
But I didn’t fear that one time
I looked at you
And once more, it was an empty room
Full of eyes
Fire on fire
Ice on ice
Yet you behaved oblivious
And I used to wish that you’d know it
But now
I can feel the humid summer night breeze that strike
And resonate like the way of stringed instruments
Whose sound move to the flow of the ocean waves
And indicate
Somewhere in the depths of your holy soul
The dirty scumbag
That you wanna scratch clean with your finger nails
And get down and dirty on the ground with

20180101_YinYang

Love from the inside

You’re a lover of beauty, but I absolutely love it when you draw ugly things. It’s like dissecting through me and tantalizing on the hideousness,
unevenness, asymmetries, quirks, faults and mistakes.
It’s gutting my pain, and somehow finding a hidden rainbow
From splatters of chaotic colors.
I love it when you see it; these bursts of fire red and seeping black blue. I love it when your brush strokes frantically because life just isn’t more. It’s a silly dance that you dance, of anguish and frustrations, but it’s so grand. I know you’re a lover of beauty, but I just love it when your hand’s stained in ink. When the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen rests on a dirty sheet of paper,
when you destroy its face into pieces and see me.

PICT0028 (3).JPG