Being with him
that time
It was like inhabiting a universe
For just us
That we had created for each other
How do you move on from that?
You create a new universe
By yourself
But
You always leave parts of yourself
In past universes
Your atoms floating on debris
Burning in a dimming star
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
The party engulfed all senses.
The music sending vibrations through her
chest that challenged her heart's.
The smell of musk and sweat and alcohol
hung in the air like a thick drape.
The taste of one mouth.
And then another.
There was nothing but the mass of bodies that
breathed and swayed together.
Our movements orchestrated by the
One on high.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
The little girl had grown fond of their strange house guest during the brief couple of weeks she had stayed with them. At first she was just smelly with gross hair. But she had a very pretty smile. All white teeth on display.
She played with the little girl a lot. Always telling crazy stories and saying odd stuff, like ”I had a dream that I was a sea-angel! All made of light and glowing in dark waters!” and ”Did you know if you climb to the very top of trees, the birds will tell you their secrets? I’ve done it before, would you like me to tell you some bird-secrets?”.
Her favorite color was blue, like the sky. So I made her bracelet blue and green (because that’s my favorite color).
She wore it the day she left.
"Here, kiss it for me!" Her wrist were tanned.
"Why?" I was going to do it anyway.
"For good luck."
I kissed it.
"Why is it good luck?"
She smiles small and leans in very close, like it’s a secret.
"Do you ever pray?" She asks me.
"Sometimes." I say.
"A kiss is like a prayer. You think of it, then the kiss seals it to the bracelet, so that I can keep it with me wherever I go."
"You get to keep my prayer?"
"Yes!"
I kissed her on the cheek. She was warm and soft.
"You can keep that one too." I say, a little quieter because she isn’t smiling anymore.
The strange girl takes both my hands in her bigger ones. She kisses me on the cheek too.
It gives me butterflies.
She’s smiling again when she says, “You keep my prayer too, okay?”
"Okay."
Giving my hands a last gentle squeeze, she lets go and starts off down the road, taking my prayers with her.
I touch the prayer on my cheek when I see her disappear over the horizon.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
Do you ever feel like your skin just isn’t fitting right over your body anymore?
No matter how many times you stretch out your limbs,
your skin just doesn’t want to go with it.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
I want to beat this dead horse straight into the ground
to the point where there is nothing left but my tears and sweat
falling to the dirt and swept away by the wind
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
I would really like being a guardian angel.
To do nice things for the humans in my charge
But they just account it to being a “miracle"
And I wouldn’t have to feel time move over me
Like worms dragging across my skin
But bask in the light of God
If only I believed in God
And forever being enraptured with mankind
Unknowing of age and sorrow
But puzzle in the ways they fit on the wrinkled face
Of an old man sitting alone at a table
While I be above him, stroking his hair
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC