I can taste the colours of your kiss
Fiery crimsons bursting through
Mellow yellows
Exploding into sweet tangelo
Cool blues
Turning violet
As my senses play this quiet duet

I hear music when you touch me
Bass lines throbbing alongside
Exotic rhythms
Tumbling into trembling strings
Soaring voices
Dulcet tones
Within your music my body groans

I can smell flowers in your words
Tender Honeysuckle pervades
Alluring Rose
Sweet Alyssum quickly follows
Heady Jasmine
Lascivious Lilies
Impressions that set my spirit free

You muddle my mind with euphoria
Sensibility rearranged
In anticipation
Of this intoxication
I live
In Synaesthesia
Whenever you are near

(C) Pixievic

I wake up to your eyes on me,
Your lips close to my cheek.
Under the sheets, slowly,
It's my hands that yours meet.
Entwining beneath the fabric,
You hold me closer.
I inhale, exhale your morning scent,
It makes the dust particles stir.
My fingers run themselves through your hair,
Like how you keep running in my head.
To fall asleep in your arms,
to fall in love again,
I never want to leave this bed.

A moment lapsed,

The gaze was lost,

Our lives diverged,

Eternal cost

how do I write about the beauty of the world
when barefoot people pass before my window
in search of shelter

how do I share my pleasure of the birds' sweet song at dawn
when I see faces etched with panic
from the deafening blast of bombs

how to rejoice in love and friendship
when meeting people who could barely save their lives
after burying their loved ones

how can I write with passion of the kindness of the human heart
when I see thousands fleeing from the ruins of their homes
only to face police   walls   barbed wire

true words are hard to find
as said a poet of an older war

    when it is a lie to speak
    a lie to keep silent

not easy

I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.

Cradle me in your warmth
Along the river bank we stroll
Grass is growing between our toes
And thrushes sing your name

Promises of days gone by
When the sun did warm our hearts
And candy cotton clouds did fly
Along the northern breeze

Remember how we kissed that day
Lips that tasted heaven
And golden honey from bees of love
Caressed my mouth

Oh the days of summer walks
Along this river bank
Take us to another plain
Where in love we look beyond
The darkest and the plain

I used to write words a mile a minute, like my mind was on fire and nothing would stop the burning except words
And then you
You stopped the burning and I lost my breath and the words stopped pouring out of me. . .
It was because until you, I had no voice
I was coasting on the momentum of a thousand hands before me, pushing a thousand phrases into the same old form on the page
I was a copycat thief, stealing what I knew, because what I knew was safe
I thought what I knew was safe
What I knew. . . But I knew you, and I fell in love
And falling in love is not safe
Falling in love is like every other version of falling, except people don't believe it can happen as easily as they believe that falling down stairs can happen
Falling down stairs happens every day
Falling in love does not
But the vulnerability is still present in each, and I knew it and it was not safe
I knew you and you were not safe
I lost my stolen words, and I had to find new ones
New words that I did not steal, but these new words are still ******
These new words are a six year old taking the bike out for the first time and scraping his knees ******
These new words are a trip to Disneyland when you're very young and you've lost your parents and you can't enjoy the park because you're terrified that they'll leave without you
These new words aren't worth ****
But they're worth everything
They're worth everything because they're new
They aren't stolen
They are harder
I can't fit them into the shapes I have seen
They're a DIY project gone terribly wrong, but I keep at it, because it's a project we're both working on
I'm burning my hands with the hot glue gun, and you're coated in glitter glue
But we're doing it together
And these new words are part of the process
Part of the danger
Part of what I knew, but what I know now is you
I know you, and you're showing me the ropes, as we read the manual

Every time I rest my head on his chest, I could hear echoes of all the people who had let go.