Ramble to yourself, ramble about lovers

Tonight, there’s no star outside. Just me in my dark room sitting on the floor. I could meditate and do a pose or two. I could stare at the wall in the dark. Or have some pomegranate and cry like I had done nine years ago. That was awesome… actually, it was sort of fun. To cry while eating pomegranate. I’m telling you, make that one of your goals in life.

I guess it’s not bad to do weird things once in a while. Go ahead; don’t sleep. Sit on the floor in the dark and just ramble. Just do it at 3 am. Just you and the stars that are far away and that can’t be seen on cloudy nights. Ramble to yourself; ramble about lovers. His eyes, his lack of words, his honest answer. That’s the most attractive thing I guess; someone who’s so honest with their feelings. If they like your hair, they’ll say they like your hair. If they care about your love life, they’ll ask about your love life. They’re attentive to what you wear and they’ll comment on it. It’s that type of honesty that’s lovely. Not sweet words dubbed in euphemisms. Get to the heart of the issue, dig to the core. By saying nothing else, and just that one thing that you wanna hear that triggers something from something like, ‘you look great tonight.’ Just words that mean everything; like a vision of cascading fresh spring waterfall drenched on an unearthly high spirited maiden from dreams.
That’s what point blank words mixed with a lack of words do. Only real things. Body, flesh, love, hands, saliva, spank, hold, taste. Go out and walk in nature during the day. Talk about nothing. Absolutely nothing. And when you do talk, say just the things that are honest
the only things that matter
like
you turn me on.

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Lost lovers in the dark

I know you’re not real
But I’d like to believe you exist out here in this great wide world, somewhere. Maybe you’re the every other person that’s walking down the street. Maybe you have a billion eyes of all colors.
The howling of the wind is a song
Written and sung by you
For me to hear– it plays with me
Near my ears
It plays with my hairs
It feels like your finger prints. They’re so different from mine; your fingers are pristine, long, and callous. I hold them between my hands and place them over my face. Feel me, feel my eyes,
my nose and my lips.
Hold me, and take me to the space with you.
Make the stars dance to a tune
That you’ve written
Take me on a ride in your dreams
We’ll explore the great wide unknown
Moon to moon, star to star
I’ll listen to every word you have to say, I’ll look at every little thing you point at
You are a mystery to me
And all these little matters stack together and create you;
I pause and assess each one
I hope you believe me when I say that I’m not so dumb
But around you I’m a mute
I think this is forever, don’t you think so too? When you find something to be fixated in?
Like the lines through your face
The scars that tell a story
I could read them on and on and over and over
In circles, sideways, and forever
Here in the dark
Just if you don’t move
You just smile, and it cracks a secret code
That you’ve created for me to unlock
We kiss; wondering if this is real
Believing in our existence
Feeling our leathery skins
You’re so soft when I touch you
I wonder if you think the same when you touch me too
We are on the same page; the same musical notes on a staff
The same frequency of the waves that surround us and flow in and out of us
We’re made of all the little pieces of dust that make the whole universe
The bumps on your skin
The feel of veins on your wrists
Your soft lips
The curvature between your cheekbone and the side of your face

The hollows of your eyes
The bristles of fine hair
In the landscape of your nape
The burden on your shoulders
I hold your hands before me
The scent of your efforts and heartbreaks
I reach for your lips; forgive me for being so forefront
Forgive me for not stopping
Forgive me for being so hasty
For being so slow
For everything
For all things that I can’t provide, and for the little that I can
I want to give you everything
I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and ever miss this
I don’t ever want to leave this
I’m just afraid that I might lose this

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