we walked toward the beginning of the sea, hand in hand,
you told me this was where you always took her to,
and she always fell in love with the sunset.

I dipped my toes into the cold water. It tingled like salt
on the tip of my tongue. I pressed my feet down and the sea monster
took a firm grip around my ankle. My laughter
filled the air, and your sugary scent from behind me
floated down my throat. Your lips
frantically searched for mine, my arm
pulled down your head, and we
kissed, and we kissed.
I kept
calling your name, and you mine,
and we lost balance and fell down on the
tide. For a moment, I thought
the ocean
could have taken us away
on a free ride.
Wouldn't that be good?

But you were laughing, lifting me up,
walking me back to the sand
with your endless kisses, and your arms
around my waist. We lay down together,
smiled constantly, whispered silly things,
then again we locked lips as the waves sang louder,
chasing seagulls away, so they would not bother us.
Under the light wind and the sun we made love
right by the sea, and under the sky so blue.
You sank deeper into me before
rising back, and I rose higher above you
before sinking in, in perfect harmony,
like those waves luring in the sea.

And I asked us to leave
right before sunset
though I always wanted to see it.

You were smiling as we drove away,
I was looking out the window,
and suddenly tasting salty water
falling down on my lips.

When she comes back, I will tell her
not to leave us again, ever.
Life is already short,
why would she try to cut it shorter?

There are music, the arts, nature
film, wine, festivals, and lovers
and places she have not yet known,
and would never if life were over.

So delicate in the tomb of darkness,
she tried to break through but felt so hopeless.
Don't we all? But eventually,
she would find it.

She would find yourself within God,
much more so than God within her.
For I belong to Him as well
we will always be together.

When I think of you, the world
leaves me, and I see us
at the end of the realm of loss,
embracing the closeness of each other.

My skin behind yours everywhere
we touch,
and I never want this as much
as when I am with you.

Only when I am with you
do I want to keep my eyes open,
sometimes, just a little bit,
so I could take you in deeper
with the sight of your
beautiful face, the feel of your
wonderful body, the sounds
of your whispers, moans and laughter.
What I need
is more than us, more than everything
we have ever told each other,
for I miss you, no matter what
I always come back to you, and
with you I know, it will
always feel so right.
I could hardly hide
my admiration, my needs, my wants,
my desires; and I could hardly wait
until we both
explode
and vanish
into this universe.

Imagine a world without women
humanity turned into manity.

At first, life would be simple, peaceful and easy.
But eventually, temptation would be too great.

Eddie would succumb and
bite the apple.

Left to their own devices,
Adam and Eddie would put up with each other, for a while.

But it would be impossible for both to play sports, smoke, and get wasted
all of the time.

With no one to blame for leaving the fridge's door ajar,
battle would not carry far.

A war of fists would ensue,
with brief mumbles to loud yells and huge amount of profanity.

I can’t trust you.
You just go and do things as you wish.

There’s only one thing on your mind.
(And it's the same in mine, too.)

They'd spill too much blood,
no tears, though their sleeves look soaked.

And in an attempt to make things well again,
Eddie would be four inches longer and Adam with ***** the size of an elephant.
(Hooray!)

It would work, for a few weeks,
but soon, they’d drift apart and start to just do it themselves.

In time, their uncomfortable silence,
would become deafening.

Lonely, so lonely, Adam and Eddie both.
How did they become like this?

Suddenly, it would strike them -
if only there were only one of them and all the women in the world.

Manity, I'm sure you'll agree,
could only end up with men being more *****.

In our alternative lives,
I probably would have been yours.

We would have blocked the smoke detector,
shared one cigarette after another,
sipped the same glass of luscious red,
with my fingers dancing across your chest,
and your left arm firm under my head.

You would talk to me about your poets,
musicians, photographers, and the others.
I would tell you a name I prefer
and get a good laugh from your grimace.
For you've never liked anyone I love.

We would have gone together to a show,
watching beauty in silent admiration.
Our souls would make love to their utmost
without us even touching each other.
That would be my kind of lovers.

Reality is harsh for the romantic,
but we know better than breaking the rules
for the sake of being rebellious fools.
In our arts we bury the strongest desires,
the only way we can give them life.

Have me already, my alternative self speaks,
for mutual madness is what we seek.
But this life, as close to the end as it is,
has taken you away from me
far too long before we met.

I might have imagined all the things unsaid,
consciously have your words misread.
But this one thing we both know best
is how to hide our fantasized regrets
deep behind our written lines.

Sometimes I wish
this reality could tweak a little
and turn into another.

Like, one in which we could actually fall in love
with each other.

Or better,
where we could be happy forever after.

That would be so nice and sweet.
If only I didn't have to wish.