You! 

I want to feel you. 

Like the world feels the Sun rises.

On the lips. 

Like the ocean feels the rays of the Sun. 

In my heart. 

Like the cold gentleness of a warm ocean floor.

On my body. 

Like the warmth of a full moon. 

I love you endlessly. 

Like the forever of all tomorrows.

Because you are my Sun & my Moon of all my Oceans. 

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Slow Down

Slow down, I just want to get lost in your soul. Drown myself inside your love. Hold you tight deep in the night. I want to taste the saltiness of your soul until it becomes my drug. You have no idea what it feels like for you to lay on my chest and the scent of your body intoxicates me. A point where it’s addictive with just the sound of your slow breathes. So before the skies open up in the morning, slow down and let me embrace your love.

As the morning dawns on your sweaty fragranced velvet skin, remind me to trace the edges of your soul on it. Remind me to take my lips for a walk on your boulevard of luscious soft lips; dipped in silk-honey. Your full energy makes broken beautiful; the woman with a broken heart. Take it slow; let me taste the cracks and broken pieces on my tongue. So that as I bleed, I’m reminded of how beautifully broken you are to me. My scars will heal, with just the smear of your silk-honey on my tongue.

And forever I’ll cherish you, because I’d know what it feels like to be hurt, to be broken, and to be beautiful all at once through you, on my tongue every day. So slow down love, remember that reason that led you to my embrace.

 

And when you do find it, let it out with soft moans through your warm lips as I slowly trace your body with my lips. So that when i do reach your lips, it’ll feel like standing with you beneath the stars.

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The Drop

I don’t know what happened.

But when it struck, it struck good.

Her arrows dropped on me.

Yet I wasn’t injured.

Except that one broken arrow, that passed through to my heart.

An arrow full of poison, hurting in all the right ways, in all the loving spots, it hit my heart in a true way.

And I don’t want to ever heal from my wounds, not anymore.

I want to bleed forever.

For my blood to run, overflowing in an ocean.

And if I ever run out of blood, I know she will share hers with me.

Let’s drown inside our blood, an ocean full of love.

Get lost in my love.

Hidden beneath drops of love, I’ll hide you.

And with every drop, we’ll grow stronger, and we’ll grow drunk.

Staring into the reflection of a starry sky, for as long as we can to never remember how deep we are.

For as long as they try to drain our ocean, we’ll always remain with it in us and nothing else.

For our last drop will be a new ocean, in itself, always.

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Shooting Stars

I wish I believed in shooting stars.

Maybe then I’d be living my fantasy.

Only then could I understand.

Why the sky is full of stars, to be wished upon.

I wish I lived in the moments.

Maybe then I’d realize how life sets you apart to your own journey.

I wish I forced my limits to the sky.

Maybe then I would understand what it’s like to be airborne.

I wish I jumped to opportunities.

Maybe then I’d have been far away living my dreams.

I wish life was unfair.

Maybe then I’d have accepted how fair it in its existence.

Life is a journey.

Full of wishes set out free into the universe.

At the end of every sunset, it doesn’t matter where I’m going or where I am.

All that is brought forth into the horizon in each sunrise is the importance.

An importance of whether or not I keep on moving.

The distance in-between serves as a reminder.

A reminder to keep on wishing, to keep on moving, to keep on building, to keep on growing!

After it’s all said and done, nothing will change how it began.

As a wish!

I’ve been drowned in so many wishes, but no regrets in the end.

Life turns out better than the wish of my wishes, every day.

Everyday, the stars keep on shooting.

So why regret and the sky is full of them?

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Walkway To His Heaven

“I still remember the day I left him.

It was cold.

Not your typical cold weather, but my heart was cold.

Full of anger and possibilities of fun, I convinced myself he didn’t need me.

He didn’t need my loved-filled heart.

He needed to blossom.

And the only way was if he didn’t have my baggage.

You see, my beauty and think what baggage would I possibly have?

My constant nagging, my constant drinking, my constant shopping, my constant male friends!

You see, my heart was cold, and full of fun visions.

His was warm, and full of visions.

Even constant calls wasn’t enough, he still texted, cared, loved me.

But I didn’t need him, apart from the occasional steams of passions.

He was amazing, I wasn’t.

He said I was 99% angel and cared less of the 1% devil.

I said he should worry. The 1% was part of each of the 99% angel.

He forgave my young heart even when I indulged deeper into pleasures.

I needed more roughness around the steamy edges.

Then, I saw him walk by the other day!

Lovely strides I thought.

The kinds that make you want with desire.

Then a lady approached him, simple to the eye, sophisticated to the mind.

I never saw any beauty that matched to hers; I’m still impressed, to date.

She hugged him, kissed him lightly on his soft lips; I remember their taste so vividly.

How I wish I had them next to my neck, breathing gentle warm air as he talks about his world.

I was destroyed, crumbled from within.

She, all the while carried a small child, seemingly theirs.

My heart grew softer, warmer.

A tear dropped right out of his heaven’s gates.

Yes, he called my eyes the gates to a walkway to his heaven.

I turned around, and walked away to the path I came with.

Holding on tightly to a shopping bag filled with a drunk’s shopping.

A faint whisper of a child calling him daddy broke my heart.

Carried by the winds, to torment me I presumed.

It broke, to a thousand pieces.

I guess that’s how he felt when I left.”

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She’s Ready, Again.

She wants, to build her wings again, and again.

The tailored-soft touches running on her bare skin, again.

A vibrant heart it was, yearning to be held, again.

She didn’t mind it took her long, her patience paid off, again.

What mattered was her time came, to stretch out her wings, again.

Her soul burnt in its own fire, calmed down by his mere presence, again.

The masterpiece of creations was their ultimate desire, again.

He took his time, in every muscle, with every feather, to get her ready, again.

A stare so deep, it held them steady, each breath came with courage to fly, again.

Goosebumps replaced her maiden skin; she’ll no longer be alone, again.

A heart that need a key, but she wasn’t ready to search, again.

Little not knowing that he saw it, she was the key, again.

Not to unlock another’s heart, but to unlock her true nature, again.

Releasing a much waited upon energy, feeding the earth with rains, again.

Eyes filled water, to rain down her face, again.

They awakened their minds’ desires, yet she needed to see it on her own first, again.

Tired of running, she was tired of holding onto deadweight, again and again.

Their lips locked, she released herself from her misery, again.

She won, in the darkness, again.

Getting there at the exact moment was perfect, she reminded herself, again.

His hand slid down her waist, grabbing onto her, again.

A moment’s worth of feeling, cherished now, and again.

Her wings spread across the distance, eager to scurry the skies yet again.

Far more than yearning of his lips, his love, the urge to fly with him rose, again.

Against all odds!

Against all wars!

Against all breaking points!

Against all her past!

Her future was right there with them, ready to be nurtured, ready to be flown with them.

She was ready to step off the mountain, and fly, again!

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Solitude Earphones

Tonight he writes with his earphones off, even with continuous prose. Her end went silently numb, off any sound. It was that time of their conversations again, he thought wisely, leaving the unsaid unspoken. Glued to his keyboard, his fingers start the grueling task of laying down one letter after the other in quick succession. A faint knock penetrated through the cracks running vertically down the white wooden door. The continuous flow of thought collapsed suddenly. He had no reason to not wear his solitude earphones, why didn’t he today?

She beat herself up, constantly, on the verge of destroying what was for what could be. She grew accustomed to her numbness whenever he was involved. He stirred up conversations that ran deep within her. Text after text his profound deep nature lured her in the vast depths of his oceanic mind. So she flipped a coin, hoping next to hope that it would be a deterrent enough not to look at what could be. Yet the coin itself proved her wrong. It wanted her to look at the endless possibility of a battle won. She was the outspoken one of the two, though the intensity of his laid back introversive personality was too much of a challenge. She needed to conquer his greatest possession, his heart. The shoes fit perfectly as she locked her room and headed over to his.

The universe gave them the floor and the beat. They were just luck-oriented to find each other in the dance-floor. It didn’t matter that they were not lovers, but what the friendship sparked in-between was the story to be told. They felt alive, they believed in something finally. They didn’t settle for less, neither did they crave for the unattainable. She loved his depth of view, the undying spark of seeing a world full of beautiful souls. All in different colors, angles. It was just beautiful. He loved her expressions, full of life and vibrations. How her sense of direction and coordination grasped his attention.

There she was, knocking hesitantly on his door; ready to find the perfect excuse to turn and walk away. She had no reason to stand there; he had no obligation to let her in so late in the night. He trembled as his eyes interlocked with hers. Slightly shorter than him, she shivered in the night cold. His mind, recovering from the lost flow of thoughts relapsed again. Tumbled down thoughts, all he could gather was to usher her in with a swing of his hand to welcome her. Actions! That was all she wanted, his actions. As she stepped in to hug him, he reached out for her maiden lips, to softly whisper the unspoken words, melting her well calculated words and thoughts she came with.

He thanked the universe for not letting him wear his earphones tonight. The faint knock would have journeyed back with her to her room were it not for his quick answer.

 

As he closed the door behind her, another opened right in-front of their eyes.

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The Last Hello

Rain comes racing down, unclear of its guiding paths.

Great souls convicted by will, them? Convicted by Mother Nature!

Roaring of gods, thunder strikes, rage inside the dark clouds.

Lightening burning through the night skies, without a plan,

Just but one goal, kissing the ground, fast.

Coming across a willow field, matching on in-between its trees,

You played to win, and no amount of life lessons taught you otherwise.

Not even the raging drops, to you it was challenge you needed to win.

Who wins, against a god?

Guided on live set, that whatever piece fell in place today, it was its place.

The night was cold, terrible things happened on its account.

Then the sense of disparity dawned, it meant beautiful things happened just as much!

So why were you so afraid, with every roar that drove in a chilling shiver?

Telling of a tale only you understood.

Amazing how sure you were of everything but!

She said you should move on, love someone new.

Nobody ever means to be hurt again, so you loved her in a new way.

To save yourself still, you loved yourself now, you’ll become that someone.

With each god’s strike, came the flashing lightening, bringing day before your eyes.

The night will be gone, ready to come back again.

The aching aftermath, will be seen, but not now.

For now, the runaway raindrops, deeply trace outlines of your pieces.

That will be placed differently, becoming a new you, to love.

For now, the walk is too tiring not to stop.

Carefully caring for your eyes, without inviting back the other drops!

A constant battle, as the roaring gods finish up, looms up.

Suddenly your knees, too weak to carry the heaviness, give up.

Cold air, rushing in your nostrils, reminds you of the hours.

Staring coldly into the night, the last of the burning lightning strikes through the horizon,

Finding strength, to carry yourself on, until her window was in your horizon,

The last drizzles, reminding you that you are alone, reminding you of the bunch your hands crunched on.

A last goodbye to her, as she opened the door for a hello!

For what it was worth, blocking thoughts of how you met, the flower shop.

While the night sobered up, she needed you to stay, even as her staggering words wanted you to leave.

How could you? On such a cold night, only hate was to be swallowed.

She grabbed your frozen hand relieving it from the little bunch of yellow spring roses.

Both sitting down on the porch, she drove herself underneath her place inside your arm.

Unsettled awareness of her soft nature crept in, just as Mother Nature was after her frenzy.

Things would be different, pieces placed differently,

A different hello, was the last hello you needed!

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Last Night

Last night, you were still there.

Behind the curtain walls, you smiled a disastrously light smile.

Today, as I walked down the stairs, you reminded me.

That you of all would hardly leave, you could have guessed my outright reaction.

Tomorrow, the Sun will shine, brighter than any star embedded deep in your fiery eyes.

Last night, I dined on privileges far reaching beyond my short sightedness.

I was utterly abashed with my inexperience, but I kept up with my eager learning.

Today, the change was overwhelming.

Dismayed, I had to put two and two together as they unfolded.

Tomorrow, always brought with it hope of a continuity of a journey.

Until now, I held firmly to roads less traveled, are better traveled alone!

Last night, you took it upon yourself to change that.

You fascinated over how an eagle was perfectly embodied into its environment.

Today, i engrossed myself in how such a journey lead to its mightiness in the sky.

The very elements of nature, shaping its journey, nurturing its ways, bring it to survival.

Tomorrow, as lay my eyes upon your graced innovated beauty, a blue-star diamond.

A distorted notion, ends can never justify the means.

Last night, you stood high and mighty, infuriated!

By the needs that never come, I was to provide it all, insufficiency on my path.

Today, however!

Charged with allure of being amazed with what you exactly needed versus what you exactly had, were one of the same.

Tomorrow, those stars filled in her tenacious eyes, will resolute.

And hold me captive as I drop down on my knees.

Last night, you finally saw me.

In warmth, I was immersed in its purest form of oblivion, your beauty of a blue-star diamond.

Today, the world smiled back.

From within, it consumed, a consuming fire so beautiful and ugly, it raged.

Tomorrow was light hours away.

Ice, in a cold heart that sought warmth, not the fire that resided in your eyes drew me closer.

Last night, it was accelerated fire, leaving behind nothing but dark soot remains.

Once pale, now it was shielded by a thin veil of authentic truth.

Today, love licks it all off, the soot.

A blazing inferno of cold ice draws me closer, always and forever.

Tomorrow, all that would have survived after its staggering speeds was mine to discover.

What was once beautiful was an enigmatically mysterious beauty now.

Last night, I knew I had forever to be astounded by it.

I wasn’t to off to be blamed as it had finally come to be picked up by me.

Today, it’d go through your slithering soft maiden heart finger.

A symbolic two dolphin-encrusted blue-star diamond ring, to you, to let you be cautious that we needed forever!

Tomorrow would be another day.

Continuously learning to be learnt, of why you said yes, rather than No.

But men, just pause…

Last night, we discovered a something!

Of splitting it into two, each carried by the other, split into always and forever!

Today, was our always!

Always of never being apart!

Tomorrow was ours, forever!

Forever of always being together!

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Chased Down

Let me chase you down, because of your aesthetic beauty.

Into the Okavango wetlands, to the scorching sands of Sahara deserts.

Let me trace the inches of your soft, intriguing mind.

To be trapped, in between your thought and motions, your feelings and emotions.

Let me look, deep enough to the furthest stare in your galaxy eyes.

To be lost, then I would find that I’ve been searching for.

Let me see the angle, to which the universe comes at you,

Into our conscious talks, until I can’t talk no longer.

Let me be driven hours on end, constantly ready.

To be awake in your seeming less mind, traversing around adversities,

Let me see a flicker of hope, seeing it lighting up.

To be courageous enough, making conceptual leaps to discover new vastness,

Let me ride, just hard enough for you to cultivate me into your circle.

Into the long waits, of calming fires I knew nothing about.

Let me fill up an overflowing cup, showing how broken it is on its edges.

Yet none is lost, it’s serenity to be lost.

Let me feed, into your soul.

To be nourished, I just can’t admit that yet.

Let me chose when not to end our story, for you and them.

Into a continuity of a lifeless coexistence, when you lay awake like me!

Let me stay, me and you.

To save a story well written on your lips.

Let me, just, play the music a bit louder now that I can hear.

To remember about every time I’m in love with you.

Let me hold you tight, into the cold night.

To cheer on another night of letting it stay alive.

Not because we kill it each day, because it lives on for a better day.

Let me be here, with you, chasing it down.

Let me be here, till we make it thus far, till the ends of the earth,

If we ever find it!

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