Teach me how to love
Without touching you
Without wanting to be a drop of dew
That soaks into the capillaries of a leaf
In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roam wild and you could hear them. I spot you occupied in your bliss while I stand observing, breathing in this mystical environment, inhaling the scent of your refreshing aura that spills from within your warmth and oozes all around me, infuses into me,
and I dance in it; dance in thoughts of breathing with you, living on you; just hanging off you with my arms around your neck, helplessly, smiling, gazing at those warm eyes, that soft lip, the fold by the side of your neck…
I can live, again and again.
She worked and worked and worked and…
Fizzled for nothing
Your body, collide with me;
Shattered zillion pieces of
And smoking ice.
Scratched underneath fingernails
The core marbled lattice
That’s numb and blazing
Sticking and breaking.
The weight of our solid embrace
The gravity, uncompromisable.
While the world freezes,
Between our strike
Slipping away from my life,
Is all things that I want
Getting farther and farther
Making me clench tighter
To what remnants there remain
Which look changed and never the same
Putting me into deep despair
That there’s nothing to hold, but there’s everything there
She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; the fact that we’re such different species and there’s no point in even trying to go against the norm and be in a relationship when I feel nothing, when we feel nothing, when I can just settle with the woman my mother picked for me.
But then comes the night and there’s something in the certain type of summer evening breeze that brings about this distinct rosy fragrance–and the skies are pink yellow gold, and the stars begin to undress their marvelous glistening selves and I look beyond; and there’s a sea of fireflies– stars here on earth, over my land, casting their magic spells into my heart once more. So I run after her, my firefly, and capture her within my grasp, and when she sees me I swear to you my heart stops; that’s when she flies out of my palms and glows up above. And I can never reach for her, and my heart grows ever fonder, and I promise myself that there is nothing else in this world that captivates me so, that keeps me alive, that I’d give up everything for.