I wouldn’t dream about you

I wouldn’t dream about youhad you not comeeuphoria about youthere in your lineswords entwinethey give in so much about who you areI couldn’t deny thembelieve me (my love)when I don’t say muchI say a whole lotplease excuse this complex…matter of where things are If you weren’t thereI wouldn’t dream about you

Both of us lost

Words comewhen the winds comeand trace their fingertipsup and down your skin when the spell of drygets quenched by the gulp of your tap waterwhen words form and dont say a thingbut those feelings spun by the heart etch themselves in writing amid the desolate desert of lifewhere no flowers thrivewhere there’s no rainbut the

Thanks for teaching me a thing or two about love

Discovered at a young agefor whatever it mayfor your real wordsand your presencefor me being mefor all being all

Beautiful man

Beautiful mancome greet me on rammed earthen stepscall me with the sweetest namesthat when you speak, the vines grow and flowers bloom between you and Ithey twist and tie around my wrist, ever so gentlyand sprout goosebumps on my delicate skinkissed by the sunand your ever so subtle coos Shower me with pleasuresof your raw

Red

When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, never

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.

Spaceship

I open the door and there you are in the center of what feels like a spaceship the door’s creaky and it’s quiet outside and it feels like this place is in motion with it’s constant fanning and somewhat emptiness isn’t it strange how it came to be? It’s sort of a pathetic miracle indeed

There’s a type of world somewhere out there

Silently dying

Walking zombie Silently dying Watching you decay As you live your life; A star, where ever you are A mystic of the sea A creature from dreams I shred in the fire As you shine bright Pretending While you silently die Forever souls we are Somewhere high and far

The meeting of two universes