Where you are

You’re calling for me
In this corner of the cell where there’s nothing
But walls
You’re in my head
You’re wanting my company
I can feel it barely tingle like some current running through a wire in the brain
I stare at the wall when there’s nothing there
But the more I stare, I feel more
Like I’m living fully
And that everything else that I did didn’t matter
What matters is only you
And in me, when I listen, is where you are

 

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Forest, with you

This patch of land
preserved for
cell phone towers
give way to a family of trees and shrubs
and the few wild that roam, still
I go here sometimes
in the crux of my loneliness
surrounded by shade, and the peeking of the sun once in a while
most of the time, I’m barely existing
hidden from view underneath the canopy
it’s hard to discern what’s real
here, or where my mind is
stuck in a no man’s land
a limbo
maybe, if I spend more time in a forest, I’ll get my sanity back

Where would I rather be?
in love with you, totally
the birds would fly
the trails would lighten up
the clouds would spread apart and the sun rays would shine through the tree branches
we’d be walking on air
I’d be walking forward, backwards
looking at your eyes; whatever color they are
peacock feathers by your side
as you walk forward
in this brief segment of the path
that’s totally hidden under the leaves

this brief feeling of you here
before you dissolve into my tears

this brief moment where we find meaning in life
where things make sense
my sole purpose; to find you
sole purpose; to dance with you
before we turn into a forest, itself

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Whirlpool

Not sure why sometimes the soul speaks
Like a tempest to the seas. A drop of water in a vacuum tunnel; turning fast into massive whirlpool
The size of a universe. That’s how I feel
Falling in it with you. Feeling the shrill
With the brain numbed
Our eyes dilated and the mouth open, unable to scream
The tide is way too loud
The feeling is way too high
Not sure if it’s the tunnel or if it’s just being with you

 

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I want you

Dirty
In colors, smeared all over your face
Colors dusted on your clothes
I want you shaking off swamp waters
And dripping holy sweat
I want to line your face
From your eyes to your ears
In black kohl
I wanna put you where you belong
On a pedestal chair overlooking
Ripped scraps and banana peels
I wanna get down on my knees and worship you

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