It's always been you.
The one my mind wanders back to.
Sometimes it takes months, or even years
but we always end up back in the same place,
like nothings changed.

Laughing and joking,
like we haven't been down this road before.
Catching up like we saw each other last week,
not last year.

Why is it after all this time,
that your name brings the most anticipation,
the most excitement?

We already know how this story ends,
yet we continue, we try again.

He
Dived
Into lust
In the bed
Pushing her
Along with him
He thought
Good things
Bring ecstasy
He took many bites
Of her fragrant lips
And ****** milk to
quench his parched throat
But he did not drink
Red wine oozing out
From this luscious dish
He jumped up
And ran to wear
His dresses leaving
Her absorbed in delight

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Love—thou art high—
I cannot climb thee—
But, were it Two—
Who know but we—
Taking turns—at the Chimborazo—
Ducal—at last—stand up by thee—

Love—thou are deep—
I cannot cross thee—
But, were there Two
Instead of One—
Rower, and Yacht—some sovereign Summer—
Who knows—but we’d reach the Sun?

Love—thou are Veiled—
A few—behold thee—
Smile—and alter—and prattle—and die—
Bliss—were an Oddity—without thee—
Nicknamed by God—
Eternity—

Why is it,
amongst the cosmos,
the dying stars,
the consuming black holes,
and the never ending galaxies,
I sit here alone,
and think and think.
Of you and you alone:
one person amongst
it all.

muscle and teeth bite into her
tearing apart her sensibilities
eating her whole
swallowing her soul
and the worst part is
is that she doesn't mind
she doesn't mind at all

the strangest thing this relief is
sense to sense, nerve to pull
powder blue restrains me so
it's the way it is
or should've been.
mother raised her right
it could've been--
strong bones shiny eyes
sunny milk and porcelain
pretty girl pretty hair
spiteful shaking windy air
tossing golden dead cells
off her shoulders
feigning no awful mystery
giving nothing to hide
for youth has been kind

but what if, the sultan cried
what if the sparrow died?
to the bird that lost it's flight
from being powdered blue
from windless nights?

soaked in water-like tendencies
she'll become like you--
amphibian needs and transparencies
water drops on countertops
sniffing noses every night
runny eyes dry sockets
chains held tighter the safer and sounder
of the faucet transgressions
to the sewer conventions
to the minor inventions
of the heart

and beat beat beat beat
who cries heart
who cries wolf
my Rogerian adventure
cries the moonless girl
and powdered blue this muscle tee'd man
he's her solider her painted town
oh la la she cries
on his shoulder
running dripping faucets
on his shoulder
you see
there's nothing here
and Gui Jun will stand here, eternal flame,
And soon, there's only one thing left to do
i promise

I want,
to follow
the erasers I lost,
long ago.