I laid under the sky on a bed of down
Wishing that you could be with me.
Staring at the black sky with patterns
Of sparkly green and blue,
I think of a sky filled with cotton, only
In our world.
Because in the dark days or cold nights,
It would be the only thing we know.
Pulling the sky down on top of us to keep warm,
All the while, utilizing our heat and lust to
Ghost your fingertips across my hips, dear.
Gently bite my neck, dear.
Drag your callouses down my legs, dear.
Send shivers down my spine, dear.
But you can't. Not yet.
We can still dream, and we can still imagine.
Dream for me; the sky of silk and cotton waits at the inside of your eyelids,
Enticing and beautiful. Picture the world where nothing else matters
And feel my touch, hear my heart beat.
See the sky of silk and cotton blur and fade as we drown in eachother.
I think that one of the biggest reason why relationships do not work out in the long run is because at one point, one side (or both) stops trying. Before one claims another person as their significant other, they would do anything to make that person happy. They would chase, they would flirt, they would be charming. They would send daily morning and goodnight texts every time you wake up or go to sleep. They would write corny messages and pick up lines just to make sure that there is a smile upon your face. But once they claim you as theirs, all of those things eventually stop. The 5 page texts slowly turn into 1. The constant calls turn into not calling at all. And the lovely endearments turn into daily arguments. In order for a relationship to work, don’t ever stop chasing. Just because the person you want is now consider “yours”, it does not mean they deserve anything less than the time when you’re trying to win them over.
you stuffed the sharpest fragments of your past
deep into the pockets of that green coat
so that they couldn’t pierce you anymore
sometimes in conversation, your hand shifts towards a pocket
I give the gesture attention, so you go ahead and reach in
the memory you pull out, you hold before you like a line-up
I tell you I’m not taking mental-picture mugshots
all I want is to hold the parts of your past that hurt the most
and grace them with my tears
for when I look at you, I see a girl with the courage
to pick the broken fragments of her shattered self off the floor
and piece them back together
I see a girl who dares to ask the deepest questions of life
because she has already been broken
and is not afraid of the answer
I touch the Sun, Moon,
Stars and the Heavens
above this morning,
just from your embrace.
It was surreal, you
looked into my eyes
I into yours. I felt like
you touch the very core
of my soul. I felt
something at that very
not just LUV but LOVE.
I know with all my heart
and soul you felt it also.
Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods? John 10:34*
Stretch out a hand
and catch a bead of blood
from the beheaded head of St. Valentine.
Smear the sacrosanct crimson
on both lip and command
“let there be love” upon every sunset.
Treat every new face as a blank canvas
and stroke a kiss with a brush of your lips.
Leave the mark of love
upon as many hearts
and soon the world will see
and follow the light. This power is in us
for we are gods without a paradise.
— The End —