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Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Longing

I saw him. In all his splendor. 
I wanted him. In all his existence.
By fear, I'm hindered. 
Afraid of being resisted. 

The longing to be recognized, to be craved.
A game of cat and mouse, well played.
Inspired by the breeze, that flows freely.
I want to surround his body, become his positive energy. 

Dangerously in lust, for a moment I would like to freeze desire. 
Allowing the non tangible intimacy spark a fire.
Melt away all uncertainties. This type of warmth, I never want to leave.

The longing to whisper his name. The longing for our last names to be the same. 
The longing to bring forth a healthy child, with his smile. Providing him a chance to exist with me, then create his own extension of himself. These longings I can't help.

His scent is the fliest of the high. 
I inhale and patiently wait to be lifted among the clouds.
Here we connect on a level that can never be duplicated.
Leaving kisses in the sky, once nightfall our love shines in the stars.
Although it shines from afar, Beauty is now reciprocated.

A timeless longing. A craving that haunts me.
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This poem was just a fancy way of asking If you'll go out with me. 


Monday, July 11, 2011

When I'm In It

That sinking feeling. Feet in this setting become my anchor.  
The waves of emotion crash against the rocks, my body gives way.
And when I'm in this position, the drowning brings me to life.

I surface unaware that existing in this moment can be snatched away with one shot to the head.
But sometimes you must die in order to live. 

Reality is only as real as I allow it to be. 
Fantasy left in the water, thoughts spit out by the sea.

Rage brought me here, drifting on uncertainty. When I'm in this position, I push myself to paddle. To row, to stroke, to steer towards land. 
Knowing my second chance is right below the sands.

Distracted by the projection of rejection. Images crumbling all around me. 
Tidal waves creating ripples in my heart. Light at my back requesting to be shed. 
Fascination needs to be fed.

Open to interpretation, broadcasting my fear. 
Don't change the station.
Regret is near. 
Broken sound, silence has shattered.

That kick echoed for an eternity, the vibration matters.
When I'm in it, the music stops.

Alas, the world is my crew. Knowing how to smile at me just right. 
Allowing me to make up the rules as I go. 
Without a fight.

I'm fortunate to have an architect intelligent enough to be the voice of reason.
Uncovering all of me, even the parts that fell off the ledge, easy.

Leave me in limbo, sedated and sexy. 
Down here, there's no existence for sinning.

So please allow my totem to continue spinning.
Pitch me an idea, grant my greatness an extra Inning.
Stealing my desires are only the beginning.


The spaces in this piece was for you to visualize your own ending of When you're in it.