.
Rose of your ear,
Lantern in your eyes,
Forest of branching hair,
In Inverness of your midlands,
I shall broach lit vernal deltas,
Kiss deep into darkling depths,
Climb the leaved trunks of thigh,
Drunk in the moisted, muted sighs
Of promise, tendered to surrender,
I shall know your ripened *******,
As bloom of moon paints moons
At night, I will be ****** in milk—
That offers itself to leeching babe,
With little, lithe fingers you rake one,
A wan vagabond, *****, homeward,
I shall know your flowing wetness,
Below my desert, with purpose,
I am lost, in sleep and dream,
May I never wake, may I
Sleep, never, may eye
Always open, keep
In tableaus of oil,
Strokes, hues,
Glittering
Of you.

Believing you're in love
does not excuse all the
stupid, ******-up **** you do
to punish her for not
loving you.  You're
not entitled to
romantic reciprocity, no matter
what a lifetime of
bad movies and TV may
have taught you, and
your love was ******* to
begin with, as evidenced by
its sublimation into hate
at the moment she
- as gently as possible -
rejects you.
Believing you're in love
does not justify
any of your
stupid, ******-up behaviour:
a **** move
is still a
**** move.

The sick part is, for the
longest time, you'll be the one
who'll feel wounded, and
she'll be the one who'll
feel guilty.  She'll
eventually learn better.  
You probably never will.

There´s a man in my life
who with one glance
becomes commander of my will
and master of my thoughts.
My heart yearns his care,
my curves crave his hands.

However an endless void
rips trough my dream:

He doesn’t love me.

I go to him whenever he calls;
no matter the time, even when night falls.
After untangling sheets, we embrace into each other
staring into each other's eyes
until we drift into our own minds.

But he doesn't want me.

We wake up next to each other.
His smile is my warm morning sun
Yet when I manage to break his spell
and make my mind my own again
he can't wait to try to lure me back in.

Yet he says wants to be alone.

He calls and worries,
making sure I'm shielded from harm.
He couldn't stand if fatality struck,
and can't wait for me to be back
in the safety of his blessed arms;

But he wants to not care.

His eyes are yelling with his stare
that his soul is in line with mine,
that his thoughts belong to me.
When he holds me, he doesn’t let go.
With every kiss, we are nowhere and everywhere.
I am his and he is mine.

However, an endless void
rips trough my dream:

He doesn’t know he loves me.

when in stillness
undying screams within explode
anxieties crawl like bugs
under the skin
of which the world is deaf n blind

when in stillness
callued demons awake
trashes revealed
clogging up the mind
for hundred years or so

when in stillness
they melt away
energy recharged
vibration flows the vines
lightness comes up

eyeing n  eyeing n  eyeing
the mind pattern n sensation
with full awareness of which
free from cravings or aversions
to stillness and equanimity we sync

The end of what we have started.
We have't reached there yet
But it'll happen
sooner or later.
Let's pretend we never met
what would it be like.
who are we?
Do we feel the same?
It'll be different
Maybe boring.
We've created something bad
And whatever it is called
It is messing our heads up
Taking away all of our energy
Smashing our hearts.
This isn't what love looks like
This is something we started
And we never put an end to it.
Are we happy
We are not.
Always in a challenge
In a hurry to say goodbye
Before we end a conversation.
Always in doubt.
This isn't love
This is madness.

You sit there,
in thought.

Your narrowed heart,
fills with flowers.

Blooming away;
with pride.

sitting in the backseat watching their love.
pure,
clean,
together.
I stared into the stars and they stared at the road or at each other.
the Lumineers CD,
I wanted to sing along but
I didn’t want to sever the thread of silence and comfort tying them together.
As I watched her lean and put her head on his shoulder and he put his hand on her arm
I realized I missed R so much more than what I thought.
I wanted what they have.
Presence.
what a gift… taken for granted most times I think.
I laughed a little to myself when we were on the freeway and knowing that I was
fifteen minutes from your house and my heart
knew that we couldn’t stop.
I stared at the infinity wishing it could be as little as the space
they had between them in the driver’s and the passenger's seat
so when her and I kissed into infinity we could be together.
Sunsets can only be so long when you’re alone and in love. I’m reminded
of that almost every night.
and then her letter came.
I cried and held it and read it like the treasure it is and imagined what it’d be like to be
next to her sleeping and our cat
meowing like crazy because she sure as hell is not going to feed it.