Gentle touch
A warm blanket
Meet me under
In the darkness
Where no words are needed
I will be guided by your voice
Grab my hand, lead the way
Nothing to hide
No need to look away
In your arms, I will be safe.

Grab my face
Feel my soul
No eye contact, no judgment
Use your words only
Sign this love contract

We’ll resurface stronger
Knowing the map of our cities,
That leads to our hearts.
Once we are out
It will be signed
Interlinked for a lifetime
I will have memorized your world
Your gentle touch.


Sebastian Carrion

Fences fail quietly—
in a slow tilt,
colors give way,
surrendering—
a silent retreat
from brown to brittle.

I press a finger,
catch the rough
edge of metal,
its dust scratching my skin—
years thin us,
like coins drowned
in riverbeds.

It goes this way,
I think—
a long fade,
grit slipping
into dark water,
turning to mud,
just enough to remember
we once held on.

And I wonder if we, too,
were made to loosen,
to dissolve—
no shards or splinters,
just a long sigh—
as time corrodes
at our hearts,
turning all we were to rust.

dawn breaking the black sky
I opened my heavy weepers
expecting her under blue satin sheets
all smiles or laying still, sleeping
my keeper keeping

the orange ball peeks out the barren hill tops
and in the walls of my sweaty, red skull I drove deeper
there, I searched the darkness for my keeper
in lue of her emerald greens
I see reaping the reaper

the yellow tentacles of the morning star now slash
so, I threw my stare wide onto the bedroom
sweeping for her, the female that keeps
for many a times, she'd play hide and seek
but no game, I felt death wound me inside

mercury rising reaches its peak with the summer star
from gentle kisses 'til noon to zoomed the reaper
the reaping it was in the huge cavity of my room
where the crossbones and skull spelled out d.o.o.m.
no longer my keeper, but the finest of reapers

scattering snowflake
road and forest
house
river of sea
park
sky
footprints
power lines
wind
no color anywhere
even my heart
is pale.