There are brief moments in time when I can almost hear you thinking of me. I can feel each thought enter and leave your mind. On some nights these thoughts end quickly, but oh how I cherish the nights in which they last for hours. It almost feels like you miss me. I relish in your absence. How I contradict myself, my thoughts sway between my mind and my heart. But at times, they are lost deep within my chest.

Your eyes haunt me in every single dream. They wake me, slithering between reality and a dark fantasy. I can almost taste the scent which clings onto your body. My body bathes in it whenever you come near. The truth lies deep within the confines of my mind, it sits there, waiting to be played with. It hangs a lock of salmon for my prying teeth to taste.

The truth of, what exactly? How much I care about you? How I wish my name would roll off your lips in the same way your hands touch my body? Can’t you see, with those dreadfully devious eyes, how my heart longs to be in the palm of your hand? Why can’t you feel my soul and not the outer exterior of existence? Am I too rugged? Are you afraid of glass?

Now, I will sit here and allow you to escape your demons through me. I can stand the half-hearted kiss in which you seek. I will reciprocate the way your body moves along mine. I could always scream a word out or two, but never that lovely “I love you.”

i felt the rivers flow through me as
i watched the sun rise thorough
all these clouds that are the colors
of the ocean, they remind me of
the music performed by Beethoven
they remind me of the giggles of a child
i enjoy reflecting nature to life because
everything is connected and one day
when nothing remains of these words
and i’m soaring through the sky
feeling those clouds, i’ll be happy
knowing that all these thoughts were
written down in something that will
cease to exist

cole 5/9/15

i can't fathom into words
how your skin caresses your face
so vibrant the yellow pools
so pink the plums i kiss
so small a rosemary nose
so dark the brows like mine
so white the teeth you lick
a freckles here, a freckle there, splattered
across the rooms of your face
grazing to and fro, running like fire
my finger goes, burning at every corner, yet
blistered and bruised, i still want more

the arms of an army hold a being
with so many emotions; fright, joy, sorrow.
tranquility, serenity, horror
you are the adjectives in my work
you are the dew on a sunny morning
or the foggy most late at night
you are clock's tick and a beetles hum
you speak of wisdom as if you were a-hundred and three
you speak of torture as if your bones were caged in
you tell me that i am a lovely being, but
not the one that makes you sing

cole 3/19/14

from cities far and wide
streets narrow and long
street lights bright and dim
speak to me through your walls
consult me in my decisions
tell me what foot to place
in front of the other on this road
leading to nowhere but near you
please city, take me away
never back again to where your
eyes searched mine desperately
my city, guide me to somewhere new

cole 1/16/14

take me away, oh please
wither me away, oh please
don’t leave me alone, your
holy presence is much better
without the dreary light of my
deeply departed sun, hanging
within the cupboards of my
drying heart, crying, screaming
to be free, to touch your cheek
to feel warmth in my hands
but the beast will never be out
it will never be free to roam about
because thus will be on a spree
of corrupting the love of every
human being out there and a trace
will be left from me to those who
let this monster into them, letting
him to see their thoughts, letting
him touch their hands, letting
him reign their feelings and letting
him watch with passion how
blossoms grow into flowers too
beautiful to touch, too beautiful
not to let die, to go limp without
clinging to those whom love and letting
them grow on the beast’s mind, learning
that love is not always very evil and unkind

cole 1/23/14