I can feel your skin,
Soft, like rose petals, warm like a hearth at home
As I run my fingers up your spine,
Looking into your eyes.
Your whisper is like a song, singing the finest tunes,
it keeps the fires lit, deep down within the abyss of my soul,
I can see your soul.
I can feel your dreams.
Everything you were, are and shall be cease to exist.
Our lips touch.
There is no you and I anymore, only us.
My hand travels up to your neck.
I feel your pulse.
My heart has no beat.
It stopped the moment you looked at me.
Forbidden games are thrilling.
you hold me close, and I squeeze you tight.
You take my breath away,
Yet your breathing tells me you're nervous.
We'll stay there together,
I was engulfed in your touch.
Still, I am more alive with you than I have ever been.
How did I ever breathe before you?
Will I still breathe when you leave?
Will life matter at that point?
I trace your body with my finger tips.
I have memorized it.
Every curve.
A road to heaven in my heart.
This moment in time is perfect.
That is all that matters right now.
Tomorrow may come,
But tonight will last forever.

My identity is an enigma wrapped in a riddle,
My emotions hide behind a marble mask,
The shifting shadows make my cape,
The soft darkness looms over me,
Hidden in plain sight for none to see.
This is what I have been reduced to,
I am an amalgamation of him and her and them,
In fact, I could be anyone at all.
I smile, and the dagger on my tongue is hidden,
I laugh, and my hatred is hidden.
The best way to have everything is to leave everyone else with nothing,
And so. With thoughtful words and malicious intent,
A web of lies is wound around my prey.
The greatest treasure lies hidden in plain sight.
Say, have you seen it?

Through the veins of a noisy city,
A rickety tram snakes its way.
Save one compartment, all others are anything but silent.
So many people, so many paths,
So many dreams, so many starts,
Why does it hurt so much?
In the last compartment I sit alone,
With my eyes closed to the world outside.
The breeze tells me I am in motion,
But I gave forgotten where I need to go.
And so I curl up and sit alone,
Too tired to talk, too lonely to cry.
Suddenly, I hear the shuffling of feet.
Hello, a voice calls out to me.
It is sonorous, like Christmas mass,
With chiming bells and soft paradise.
Are you here alone?
Yes, I reply, yes I am.
Why have you closed your eyes?
Because I am afraid. I don't know what my destination is,
I don't know what sensations await me.
So you've shut off the light?
Yes, I reply sadly.
We could get off you know.
Could we?
Of course we could. Here. Take my hand.
Slowly, I take her hand.
The cold machinations which record my life in mechanical beeps,
Suddenly reel in shock, beeping in fits,
My closed eyes open and stare into the lamp above,
The masked men are shocked.
You've been out for hours they say, you were in a coma,
It is a miracle they said, shaking their heads.
Nay, I replied. It was her.

I know not whether you came to me or I to you.
Perhaps it was the former,
for goddesses may descend on earth,
but a shadow can never reach the stars.
Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake.
Perhaps it was both, a special dream,
unrestrained by the bonds of sleep,
So pure, so powerful, that it spilled into the realms of reality.
I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart.
Forever alone, never lonely.
A life much like a solitary desert,
with sands shifting in union with the sands of time.
Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight,
Midst the sweet fragrance of your skin,
and the honeyed tastes of your lips.
Let the dark passions of this night take over.
As we weave forbidden magic...
But for now, I am scarcely mortal.
But for now, you are surely a goddess.
Perhaps you are to me, like a flame to a moth,
But it matters little to me, if I'm burnt in your embrace.

Soft tunes emanate from an abandoned dream,
Wafting through my memories, calling out to me.
Akin to a siren's call, yet a thousand times worse.
I am caught and trapped by these relations.
I have shunned love so many times, to forsake the pain it inflicts on me everytime.
Why doesn't my stupid heart understand?
Why does it love you your the so much ferocity, that I cannot gauge its intensity?
I cannot stop this.
It is natural for me to love you now.
Save me.
Will you listen to the dying wishes of my shattered heart?
Will you fulfil its wants?
Grant me eternal sleep,
Drench me completely in your love.
You looked into my heart and found my lost dream,
A very common one I guess it may seem.
No one else like you in my heart is the same,
Because I've really changed since in my life you came.
You told me that my faith rests in my hands,
To make life as best I can.
You took my hand and out of the shadows I ran.
With my back to the dark and my heart towards the light,
You told me to do what I thought was right.
No matter how close you are it feels as though you're miles away.
Such was the effect of being with you,
I do not know why,
Why do I cease to exist now that I am alone?
I have bled. My essence is captured in my words.
Why can't I speak out your name?
Is it because your name is now my heartbeat? Pulsating in me?
As my fractured heart bleeds,
Would you hear my anguished cries?
Help me. Save me.
Love me.

Strands of sunlight breeze into quiet courtyards,
Swaying threads of crimson spring.
Pausing a while, you fix your hair,
Contemplating the mirror which steals your silhouette.
Cloud like tresses trail to one side,
Dare you step outside?
If you don't come to the garden, how would you know that springtime is like this?
Due to your reluctance, such splendor is abandoned.
Where are the sounds of joy in this garden?
Your beauty is concealed in the hall of your words.
Like the early spring which no one sees.
For your beauty is like the flowers which sway and float on the river of eternal time.
This brief moment, when our fates collide,
Is made in heaven,
Pillowed on grass, bedded among flowers.
This annoying strong wind of my troubles,
Messes flowers, and betrays the beauty of springtime.
Ah.
Thus, the view is wasted.

The cold darkness around him does not scare him,
The wafting moonlight does.
As his pen touches the parchment,
Memories rise up, like the blood which spills from his wounds,
Dear dad,
It's been a while.
I don't know what to say,
I don't know what to write.
You were my father, once.
Do you remember the walks we took?
Do you remember that elephant ride?
We were a family once.
You, me, mum and sis.
What happened then?
Who was it who killed my father?
Was it the stress of modern day?
Was it the stereotypical past making its way,
Spilling its hatred into our future,
Poisoning our now?
I remember watching you drink.
I always wanted to swat that glass away.
What was in it that made you so evil?
Was it really the alcohol, or was it you all along?
Who are you?
Are you the man who was my father?
Or are you the man who cracks his belt at me for my own good?
I remember the day you died for me.
The day our brittle family broke under the bludgeoning of your abuse.
Do you remember?
Do you recall how you tried to hurt the ones I loved?
Do you remember how I shoved you aside?
For a moment the boy pauses,
His grief welling inside.
But he does not allow himself the luxury of tears,
He doubts if he can.
Dear dad.
Where the hell is my father?
Why did you have to walk that path?
Did you not remember the days we laid back and talked about everything?
And now as I sweep away the broken shards,
Trying to forget you forever,
Swearing not to be your heir,
This question haunts me.
Who the hell were you?
No matter what happens though,
I know you'll always be there.
The embodiment of human rage,
The capacity to fall as low as I can.
No matter how hard I run away,
You'll always be there.
Striking out with your belt,
Destroying everything I care,
For my own good perhaps.
Why are you always there?