in many ways than one
i try to see the figures
resting on my shoulders
heavy; helium homicide
bringing nothing to the table
mixed with ounces of
awful regret
o how we'd twist and turn
in a rollercoaster
give me bags of that
cotton of a heart
undo any contracts
barring my submission
to your just looks
i only wanted to make you smile
piecemeal enchanted
it hurts when you say goodbye
you often say nothing at all

full rooms of thought
uncalibrated in its exercise
to disperse moments
relentless, subjects cease to exist
only bodies are allowed here
faint, cool strokes wander
in paper or canvas
smothered in full spectrum colors
edges smoothen while you return
it must be said that distance
in itself is not real
only when our heart beats simultaneously
should we collide
the backdrops turn into one
hopefully i can write poems in your skin
while you paint me with your kisses
foreign entities submerging, enveloped
without slumber, without rest

Summers spent beneath
shades of Sycamore trees
Rest in blue velvet
arms collapsing in between
Two feet would touch the ground
waltzing endlessly
Scream till our lungs
burst out; California dreaming
Oh! How I'd wish you'd
know that stars shine
above these fileds
I wouldn't want it any
other way
Blood gushing through
these streams

Sweetness, why would you
give me sweetness?
I'm prone to fake deliveries
My sanity near the end
And then?
Once we say goodbye
I'll bury myself
close to you
My chest pounding in
frustration
Situations

Lie, in the midst of crumpled
bedsheets you smothered me
until my cheeks flush red
Lie, holding my cigarette ****
flicking it towards dried leaves
Lie, heavy dreams set across
wildflowers eating away the
living grass
Lie, milkshakes and honey sweet succor,
my tongue drenched in awkward
fluids from your orifice
Lie, deep eyes see much even
in pitch black eclipses
Lie, pen and paper held by
calloused hands this creature
remains unheard
Lie, bedroom voices hushing; the metal sounds;
four quarters of this fist-sized ***** gently

I.

This bed shares memories
of both pleasure and sensations
of disappointing traces sliding
aimlessly at bodies that were
once embellished here
Spaces, limited spaces where our
lips thrashed against each other
The warm embracing around
your hips
Adventures down your neck
My head resting between your *******
Or when alcohol would put us
in somber sleep
Before that, prayers hoping
that for once, our touches were real
Symbolic, how you'd visit before
light even comes - nocturnal animals
Entangled bare naked asunder
It couldn't be me and her
in between without you

II.

Time, again and again stripped
the edges aren't territories
anymore
Silk Roads adjoining continents
One, amorously full of vigor
The other, waiting for an exclamation
of retreat
No third parties are allowed totalizing
the pardons we once kept secret
Flesh is weak; Life, pretentions
The ****** exploding; I hear my stomach whimper
God! I exclaim
All this worth for scraps
We hide behind the tall buildings
Go back once more from
whence we came

sunset drip on foreign evenings
white residue from dried out tears
they stain on the oversized gray t-shirt
you gave me 3 years ago
nail polish fracture your wind penetrates
the open windows in the 17th floor of this
complex building
perched high up from the old mango tree
its been decades since its fruits
peaked in this open world of sorrows
lips chapped and torn (though it is of no consequence)
i hope in every meeting since then the fast pacing
junk trap melody you still sing counts the seconds
worth sparing for