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Austin Skye Nov 2013
The door was shut by your command 
Lights turned off without a chance
Your body presses against my hand
Slow music starts and we begin to dance

Our feet shuffle around the room
Our eyes are closed to the dimmed light
Intimately close I  smell your perfume
Sweet and flowery scents fill me with delight

My heart pounds faster to immoral thoughts
Ideas of romance rush through my head
Our lips brush tying my stomach in knots
Our feet stop and we fall onto my bed 

I caress your body and give in to the pleasure
Overwhelmed by a moment beyond measure.
My first try at a sonnet.
Austin Skye Oct 2013
I don't know where I'm going.
I've stopped caring where I've been.
All I know.
All that matters.
Is where I am now.
And it is wonderful.
Austin Skye Oct 2013
Peaceful trees, covered in swarming bees
Dot the coast of a rugged land.

Every spot on a leopard's coat
Gets reflected in the words I wrote.

Padded paws pleasantlfy plod
Through the countryside.

Bounding through beaches of yellow sand,
Blaring trumpets from every band.

Herds of elephants marching across my page
Of journal entries lost in grasses so high.

Frightened by yips of hyena sentries
Guarding the thoughts poured n m this ink.

Tickling birds crowding the sky
Singing so loud, barely able to fly.

Crocodiles sink back into drying mud,
Swimming towards the forsaken, stuck in crud

Of filler words
Cramming into my mind.

A rugged land filled
With creatures of every kind.

Lost among the peaceful trees,
Drowned in the sound of buzzing bees.
This poem was written after staring intently at my friend Ariel’s book mark for the book Kite Runner. She had colored it in with shades of blue, then purple and green, yellow then red. I looked at it flat, perpendicular to my eye, from the blue corner. It seemed to me to resemble and African Dreamscape
Austin Skye Oct 2013
Dark jeans. Deep blue.
Blue V neck. Light hue.
Silver chain. Curling too.
Golfing hat. Grey as you.

This is how I dress tonight.  
Not who I am.

So ponder your words
Before you slam
The doors that could
Lead to something new.
It could last a night
Maybe even two.

Who knows what happens
After I simple smile
Or a quick hello
Or it's been a while.

Take the chance
While it's here
And hold this moment.
It is very dear.

After tonight it is gone.
Like the things I wear
Left on the floor.

Do not disregard my kindness.
It's not a chore.
Austin Skye Oct 2013
October 3rd, 2013

Warm bodies intertwined
Closeness between them
The sheets hold in the heat
Keeping out the winter chill

The music drifts over them
Washing away whatever doubt
Has creeped into their heads
Comforting them in the night

Candlelight crawls to the corners
Casting shadows across the room
Dimly lit they lay and kiss
As the light flickers around them
Austin Skye Oct 2013
3•15•12
Alaska

Canyons chiseled by rivers old
Morning sun bathing mountains in gold
Their peaks hit the sky
Stirring the clouds ever so high
Standing on the summit
Dreaming I could fly
Gazing down upon the rest of the world
Trees with their branches
Distorted and curled
Cover the ground laying below me
Seeming a carpet of moss
All the way to the edge
Of the ocean, it's water half frozen
And a solid white
I wish you could see
This magnificent sight
Sending shivers, almost of fright
I'll always remember
The end of this Alaskan night.
Austin Skye Oct 2013
August 15, 2013
Loneliness is a heavy burden. Like an elaborate hoop earring; weighed down with to many beads; attached to my heart. It pulls me down. Stretches me as far as I can go. Always there, my most faithful companion, insistent. Shadowing my every step. I crave touch. Love. Something other then this solitude I have been drowning in. A wet cloth gagging me. Suffocating me.
Everyone seems more beautiful. Yet more distant. Every touch, a little sweeter. More welcome. I see the potential everyone has as they touch my life. I watch it as it builds, and rises, and breaks like a wave on the emptiest of beaches. I can feel their arms around me. Their lips on mine for the briefest of thoughts as our eyes connect.
These fleeting day dreams serve only to again remind me of the hoop earring piercing my heart. They vividly highlight it. As if it were a splinter in my hand that I could remove. Except, only with the help of another, could I manage to rid myself of it and its persistent, prodding pain.
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