You keep catching me

I know who I love. It’s you; fragile and in pain, lonely, needing to be saved. Your desperation is my awakening. I can’t imagine you a happy boy. So long lost, so strange and foreign. So not you.
When you look at me, do you see desperation too?
Do see yourself; do you see someone so far away from you; almost impossible
unattainable
is this love then?
Is this forever, between you and I;
nameless faces, changing
always on the go
drifting rafts
dont you just want that one person, like I do? To fall deeply and exclusively in love with
’till it gets so damn boring
unless you keep catching me in different times
in different faces
changing
like you do

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Like rain clouds

Won’t sleep tonight
thinking about your soft hair
like rain clouds…

I understand that things are slow
and your heart beats
weighed and heavy
while I bloom in orange, before you
stay quiet, speak to me in silences
like you do
times are gloomy like the rain, I know
this path before us; it’s faux, we know
but dance with me in my dreams
we got a little time
it’s like magic
stay under my arms
sway with me
sing sweetly, with me
please
it’s so easy for us
isn’t it?
It’s so natural
so predictable
it’s so slow, so gentle, warm, tingly
soft, erect
stay this way for me
silent and rainy
amid my fixation with you
from afar

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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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Falling paper pieces

When it happens the first time, it soars
but it’s happened before
this feeling of synchrony
as we smiled and rode on by
but this time it was a bit different
making it a first time, again
it was the calmness
the quietness
the substance
that leaves you guessing
as we split paths
and think about each other for days
it’s like a white dove that’s set free;
it soars into the white clouds
when you wake up; it’s in a white dream
it’s like that when I look at the white skies
and feel the soft white falling paper pieces
rest on my summer skin;
remnants of you
will I ever find you again?
No
… yes