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 Jul 2013 Jose Alba
Helen
I can only guess
by your slow steps
we are just ambulating
while you are waiting
for the sky to fall in
to finish what will never begin

Your shuffling steps
fail to plumb the depths
of my diluted attraction
I know I'm just a distraction

Because if you knew me at all
You'd see me on floor
to a beat that is fast at the start
getting faster than the blood to my heart

You'd see me moving with Sensuality
that would make you lose your mentality
to realise that we are not out for a walk
just anticipating more than talk

If you don't want to dance with me
to writhe with me in ecstasy

Your outstretched hand will hang a while
and your fantasies will be in denial

Come dance with me
*I move to please
 Jul 2013 Jose Alba
Gary Muir
in a town in which I've never been
you light a cigarette and try to smoke me out of your mind
while I sit here, my ashtray filled with pencil stubs
from trying to write my arms around you

I haven't slept since you left
I've spent my nights searching for the sun
for if I found it, I'd climb right on top
so I could be with you in the morning

but my mornings remain rivers after a storm
memories flowing by like debris
I can't reach them without falling in
so I stand and watch them go

its the watching I can't stand
watching your hand slip from mine
watching the wrong time
convince us that we can't be together

I feel helpless, hopeless
these days hold me prisoner
the hurt trying to torture remorse from my lips
but I will never regret the days I spent with you

when I was with you
you looked at me like there was no past or future, only now
you listened to me like I was Buddha preaching the Eightfold Path
you spoke to me like I was memorizing your every word, cause I was

you hugged me
you held me
you kissed me
like I’m a boy you had a crush on became I’m a boy who loves you

but here I’m a boy who misses you

as the wind blew us together,
the rain shall sweep us away
and come fall we’ll be leaves of different colors

i just want to tell you
that for how forcefully my gut protests at the thought of letting you go
I cannot hear its cries when I think of the time I spent with you

you took my heart in your hands, you broke it in and stretched it out,
and then you gave it back
here, you said,
it is ready
always my legendary friend

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