Sometimes we pretend to be dead
So that we can remain alive.

I'm not super model beautiful.
I am beautiful
In my own unique way
But I'm not something that anybody
would want to gaze at all day.
Maybe to somebody.
Maybe to my mother-
But they say I look just like her
So in my mind,
Through her eyes,
That would be irrelevant.
But who defines beauty anyway?
Some of the ugliest things hide behind
and lurk within things that shine.
To the Definer of beauty:
Who's eyes are more attractive?
Yours, or mine?

I see you put a ring on her finger, so you made her your wife
So she's the one you want with the rest of your life.
And that's alright baby.
You chose the better woman for you
But does better make it right baby?
I can't tell you about her heart because I've never been in it.
But I can tell you about the beat of your heart when you hit it.
And when our eyes unite
The fires of desire enlight the flames to ignite
Damsel in distress
You used to be my shining knight
Despite the shadows lingering over the battlefield indicating this might be too dull for you to fight.
So now we just avoid eye contact outright.
But baby you can't tell me that her ***** is this tight.
She's got a maze of expiration dates between her thighs, and I wasn't lying when I told you that I'd never let you out of sight, and I won't.
But don't look me in the eyes and say you love me if you don't.
It's okay baby.
If you need to get away I got a place for you to stay baby.
Foreplay in the doorway,
I got a couple roles for you to portray
While she's upstairs sleeping
Say,
Remember those days baby?
You'll always have a special place in my heart because you've always had a special place in that dark pink treasure chest.
I gave you the keys so you could come and go as you please but it seems we left a few things unaddressed.
Reassess:
It's mine too.
Sharing under the protection of my bed sheets,
The complexion of your *******;
The collection of our affection,
There has been redirection to our connection.
There is no love in making love if we're using *** to untie knots.
Tell me what's the point of holding on to something that is not.
But I'll hold on to your memory.

Sliding against the smooth grooves of my cheeks.
Gliding along the wet slippery membranes.
Waves of saliva wash up agaisnt the beaches of my lips;
Parted lipstick red.
My empty gazing eyes confiding distantly within yours,
Trying to find your soul.
Circling unpredictable whirls and swirls...
Luring out your soul.
Within the pursed-lipped borders
Lies an adventure.
Exploring every inch and angle for something lying already within.
In a perfect world, borders are set;
Space is confined.
Alas, I guide you into the outer limits
Taking down the flavor of
You.
Mixing your DNA with mine.

Your skin
Feeling like silk or satin against my skin.
The melody of our inspiration
Rising and falling in harmony.
The fluttering of hearts at the speed of light,
But who's heart is beating faster?
Faster.
Lights on.
I am an open book
Exorcising freedom of expression
as you turn my pages.
Studying my chapters;
Racing to the ******.
Racing.
Our hearts are racing.
Pacing.
Chasing the finish line.
-Epilogue-
In dedication to you, for writing this story.
Your face tells a story.
Aching muscles seeking sweet relief;
relieving the weight of the world.
Earthquakes-
Tell a story.
Earthquake:
1. A natural phenomenon, a sudden and violent shaking of the ground sometimes causing great destruction as a result of movements within the earths crust; a sudden release of energy caused by the release of stress accumulated along geological faults or by volcanic activity.
2. A great convulsion or upheaval.
Earthquakes-
They make history.

The girl
Bound by the ties of her truths.
Sleuths
Blinding her with magnetizing eyes
The Devil
Cloaking her soul with choking lies
But she's crucified like Jesus.

Fingers entwined
Yours and mine
Careful not to squeeze too tight.
My arms slip around you
And Time stops ticking
But I don't want to hold you too close;
I'm afraid that what my heart says is right.
But when our hearts beat together
yours on top of mine
And our lips lock together
Yours meshed with mine
And when our eyes get together
-green eyes like an emerald treasure
Glances stray before they're severed
I slip away, Before you slip away
And bid a bittersweet adieu.
If I stay too long, I'm afraid I'll slip
I'll never tell you I love you.

Brown eyes trying to penetrate.
The color of your eyes is somewhat unclear,
I've already sunk too far in.
Lost in conversation
Trapped in the words of this rendezvous.
Me blushing.
You blushing.
Obvious.
But not obvious.
Potential-
Leads to things much harder;
Leads to
Words indescribable.
Comfortable silence.
Comfortable with you.
But uncomfortable.
Shivering.
My body quickly losing control.
Quivering.
Nervous, but not nervous; secretly shaking.
Tell you the truth or continue on faking?

The girl
Lost in the forest of her dreams
Entwined by vines of night terrors
Swimming in the depths of nature.
Her heart
It springs life throughout her body
Springs
Bubbling
The same way blood bubbles through veins.
The same way love bubbles
Dancing in the rain.

The thing about me, is that I know my self worth. I am comfortable with myself even when there is no hope or promise of hospitality in this world. I don't need anybody to tell me that I am beautiful; I am familiar with my own reflection and I am not afraid to look directly into my eyes while studying the mirror. In fact, I demand that sort of inter-personal contact. Me Vs. Myself, there is no greater battle. It is a reminder to the soldiers of my soul to never retreat. An army greater than the United States of America and I hold all positions of power. I'll swivel around behind my mahogany desk and announce across the intercom for all my conscious to devour: "Continue standing tall, Never cease to continue marching forward. What does not **** you leaves you injured, and from injury provokes the discovery of strength. We are strong. Our roots are deep. If they are going to take us down, they are going to have to **** us. If they are successful in doing so, they will have successfully eliminated our entire existence because we will not lie down until then."

I close my eyes,
and find myself gazing directly into yours.
Waves of sensation crash over the reservoir;
Coursing rapid through the rivers of my valley,
Yearning to erase the borders of your shore.
I close my eyes,
And envision your sailboat gliding effortlessly and free along my bodies of water
Rocking to and fro against pulsating waves.

"You're an angel"
He says.
"My angel."
I squeeze both of his hands a little tighter and plant a kiss on his pale wrinkle-plad cheek.
His lips mimic a smooch-
Looking more like a puckering goldfish than anything else.
I smile that smile only he can bring to my face,
As if I were the sunshine that lights the blue sky's of his eyes.
I wrap my arms around him, burying my face into his sleeve.
"I love you" I say.
"I love you too... Angel" his lips murmer as they continue to sputter out kisses.
Remember.
We don't use that word much here.
Tomorrow he will forget that I love him so dear.
But as long as his smile still shines and his eyes gleam bright blue,
I will never forget how I love him so true.

Sprawled out across the bed sheets,
Basking in the **** under the street
lights.
There is no moon in the city.
There are no stars to wish upon;
Instead wishes are made upon the
flashing lights of shooting jets.
My fingers are jets.
A private direct first class flight,
Traveling non stop to the
flourishing oasis
at the runway of my thighs.

Two hands wrapped around my heart,
It's a death grip.
Two hands lunging for your throat
It's blood for blood, love for love.
911
What's the emergency.
I have an urgency
I need a needle sharp enough to slice
And the strongest rope that will suffice
To get these stitches in.
Gasping for breath but still breathing
My hearts still beating
From the bottom of my heart I can tell you
the pools of my love still ripple waves
The richest shades of red
Call it cardiac arrest.
If you really broke my heart; I'd be flatlining
Anatomically incapable of life; I'd be dead.

Tonight I am tangled in the bed sheets of the devil.
Engulfed in the flames of my deepest desires
Tied to the frame of sin.
Confiding miles behind enemy lines
The evils that haunt you will never be mines
I've traded uncertainty for eternity;
Skin has been shed.
I left my soul in the Devil's bed.

We always want what we can not have, it is the greatest curse and sin.
Satisfying such a wish often admits the greatest pleasures;
Yet these treasures are not ones meant to indulge in.
Usually for reasons.
Usually to obtain the unobtainable
But once sustained can it remain sustainable?
Forbidden fruits can be the most deceiving;
They shine the brightest and look most appeasing
After the first bite can such a taste still be found pleasing?
It's an acquired delicacy,
Depends on your taste buds.
And how you like your juices.

Don't be afraid to put your hands on me.
I want to feel the tracing trails of your fingertips
Traveling
To all my sacred landmarks.
A private tour for just your palms to see;
Let me guide you.
Read the rise and fall of my heart with the deep smooth grooves of your
Heart line.
If you were a blind man, how would you picture me?
Sculpt me.
Roam my entire presence with just the
Essence
Of your hands.
Emboss every feature; Figure every swerve,
Untwist every turn; Ride every curve:
This, Is how I Wish, You, To Touch me.

... and your name is tattooed somewhere among the walls of my heart, set in the most beautiful frame in the world.
Often times my blood clots for a second while passing by, taking just a moment to glance as my heart skips a beat;
and I smile, dust the glass, and continue flowing on.

You could never hold me prisoner;
My mind would set me free.
You could contain me between
Cold stone walls
Until my body is deprived of life,
All I will ask is that you grant me
One final wish.
One pad of paper
One pen
And  I will write until I perish.
You can take everything from me;
My soul remains.

I'm not one to interlock pieces that don't fit together naturally.
If we take off the adhesives, the force of
un-fatal attraction will have premeditated
disintegration at the creases;
So actually:
what's puzzling,
Is why you and I intertwine
to create this image that neither one of us is
prepared to be about.
They say a hope of love to
come is a danger in its own route.
If I display the L-O
and you jot down then V-E,
we can make it work to form the border.
But what good is framework if the structure is out of order.
If we agree to pick the
jigsaw up, it will give us a chance to smooth the edges before they sever;
The picture doesn't have to be
appealing in the end, but the pieces have to fit together.

We don't see each other often. Often times its after months on end.
And we don't know each other like we used to...
but when we're together, we're still together. And we love each other like tomorrow is the last day on earth and probably we'll never see each other again.
Then tomorrow comes, and then tomorrow.
And then it seems like yesterday.
And that's history.