Do you remember that time when we stayed over after that party? We slept in the back room, on an air mattress for two, and at 6.30 it was already so light that we were woken up by the heat coming from outside, because of the bright sun coming through the window. We were naked and just had a little blanket to cover our heated bodies. I kissed you on your chest and your cheeks and your face and we just lay there, touching, and feeling and I couldn’t help but to caress my fingers across the softness of your skin. We had such a long time before the world would wake up, I just enjoyed smelling you and looking at you, and being with you, so close for just those few hours, when you didn’t build up any walls and where it was just you and me and our souls carried by these bodies that fitted so well together. We’d have *** half awake and then I’d lay on your chest, making sure your heart was beating this steady pace, while you fell asleep again. And my heart was so so full.
It felt complete, and full and my being sighed once or twice because it could finally breathe and taste the soft moist air that was love.
I’d glance over to you from time to time, trying to wake you up with my kisses and wanting more, always more of you. I remember my heartbeat, the smile that was plastered on my face and the immense joy that seared through from my crooked toes up to the broken ends of my hair.
It was real, and it was utterly absolute.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
Your smell is intoxicating and as I pretend to read the article before me, you lean over to look for the answers that might be written in de tedious words or just in the way you say my name.
It’s sometimes difficult to look into your eyes and pretend like I’m just answering a question while I’m really conveying secret messages that are so full and so deep, and too much is revealed when I look into those brown depths, so instead I drift off to your eyebrows…
your cheeks…
and my eyes wander over to your lips, those full lips...
But those make me feel all other sorts of things
so I just look around, pretending to see something in the unappealing bright lights of the classroom, stumbling over my words and finally,
I give up and stop existing altogether.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
I had missed you
And as I got you back,
I realized
I had missed me
too
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
It was sort of an art form, this love
I was certainly a piece of work
And it made us think, and feel and
open our eyes in wonder and awe
while our mouths and lips pondered on what our hearts
were doing
We screamed and fought
Cried out words that spoke of love and defeat
Always sealed with our naked bodies
ending up intertwined somehow
they made up the final brushstroke of a masterpiece
and the last note was sang while our hearts were breaking on a stage made up of broken promises and salty tears
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
I wanted to capture the moment
So I tried, but I couldn't, so I just stopped and
looked around
Breathing in the life that
surrounded me
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
When you were gone there was a sort of silence and peace
but it wasn't a silence of forgetting and finally's
It was a silence of growing in love
with how much I had missed you
and how much I had loved you
and how familiar it was to feel you near
Not physically
but in my head and in my heart
I had kept a place for you there
without even knowing it
It was nice and cosy
and there were flowers everywhere
the smell was overwhelming and the air was thick and moist of
love
I had become so much better at loving you from
afar
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
Please make love to me
For the sake of the trees on top of the hill
They stand there alone and dry
Yet happily for they are surrounded by the city and the people
Peacefully alone in the sun they await
Every day, and every night
Even though their branches might shake and shiver
they will not break;
their roots are deeply engraved into the soil of this mountain
they stand on
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
She felt as though the minutes were her tears and they were so plentiful and so keen,
and felt so deafening as they slowly embedded in her flesh.
As her eyes kept weeping, the hands of the clock kept moving, so slowly they moved, yet time kept passing somehow.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
I cannot breathe, for the raindrops pester the sound of the memories that slowly fade away.
I cannot lie, for I have not yet ascertained whether the floor will hold me.
I cannot embrace
What is not there
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
My gut
is a gaping hole
where the pieces
simply fall through its emptiness.
My heart
is a pounding piece of flesh
where the pulse
creates a frantic scratch,
like the nails on a schoolboard.
My head
is a messy forest
where the branches
inhibit visitors
to pass and explore
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 4:52 AM UTC