J.R. Morales
Music are your words,
Making your lips an orchestra; a symphony.
But your touch, my ears blurred
As your words would live in infamy.
Love is no accident -
Falling in is not without intent.
If you let your feelings drive your decisions,
Vain is the work we spent.
Why do we confuse ever so easily
The line between love and romance?
The latter ends so drearily
When outside of love it makes its stance.
No, my dear, we don't fall in love,
And sit in hopes of what it can bring.
We jump in, we dive into;
Because, together, we learn to swim.
No, my darling, we don't fall out of love
Because some feeling that was there no longer forms.
We work together to fend off the sharks
That threaten to tear us apart,
While we keep each other warm through the storms.
Don't lose sight of your heart,
Because it can be so easily deceived.
My dear, contrary to popular belief,
Love is not found, it is achieved.
In stars bathed,
You captured my breath.
And my only death
Was the time that never stayed.
I smiled,
You failed to.
I looked for your gaze,
You just looked away.
With a deep breath
And a callous stare to start,
You pointed the gun in your mouth
Straight to my heart.
And your words drowned me
In a sea of puzzles and pieces.
My eyes fired tears,
- at first in anger, then in fear -
And my heart undressed,
As you violently expressed,
That I was no longer needed.
And I tried to gasp for air,
But you held my heart under,
Tearing it asunder
And for you I bled one last time.
Let my words rain over you.
As they drench your mind,
They won't fade with time;
My lips will not let them dry.
And they trickle down your neck;
They tickle all your thoughts with romance.
My voice tattoos them on your skin
As my pause... makes... them... dance.
Let my words rain over you -
Let them soak your clothes some more.
Let them melt your heart in their flood,
As they paint your façade with the colors they pour.
And our breaths come closer,
And my arms vanish into your melanin...
Let my words rain over you.
Let our poetry, in this moment, begin.
You are the thought;
The very image that fuels poetry.
You are the colors
That artists, in their canvas, set free.
The dream of dreams,
You are the moon's single envy.
My skin dances around your fingers
And my breath escapes me.
Yours, I helplessly disappear into your lips,
As you devour me in kisses.
And I lose all desire to wake up
When you embrace me.
Dress yourself with my kisses,
Décor with my embrace;
Paint, with my words, your lips and face -
As my skin, over you, creases.
And your moonlit eyes undress my soul,
And your smile, like rain, my mind drenches.
Drown me in your scent,
As your touch, my thoughts blenches.
For the world will pass us by,
And between us only exists you and I.
All my verses covered
With joy unearthed and uncluttered,
Whilst the sun rose, in my mind, again.
Stayed only true
None other than You,
Who bathed my life in life and gain.
But t’was when I fell -
Only then I could tell -
That deep in the well
My emotions robbed my elation
And my strength ran away
With my courage, that fades
Along with the light of day,
As the rain melts my adulation.
Where’s my Sun?
My acid rain consumes me.
Thus I swim in the flood
In my heart,
So deceptive with emotion.
When will see,
That where I drown,
Is just a pond and not an ocean?
Like an endless dream,
I feel your warmth return to me.
Imprison me, Sun;
Heal my sick and set me free.
Then my smile will return
And, to breeze, these hurricane winds turn.
I’ll realize what I knew and never learned:
That it's You who I love and yearn.
