There’s a type of world somewhere out there

Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin How I was blind towards everything else besides your face That now comes in my nightmares sometimes It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes When to me, they were your most wonderful of

Tune that I would’ve never chosen

I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my

Somewhere on a horizon

It’s somewhere in between the orange and the blue hues of a sunset, somewhere in the horizon where the sky meets the ocean I don’t even recall who you are nor which one but your voice holds me, unclothes me, caresses, kisses and spins me, as we dance in the shower of raining orange flowers