I miss you so much,
even if we haven't met before
You don't even have
the slightest clue of who I am
And I am not even sure
you'll get to know at all

I miss you, unknown.
I miss you fiercely and wholeheartedly.

I miss the idea of you,
the concept of your soft curls against my cheek,
my face tucked into your neck.

I am the longing bull,
huffing and grunting impatiently
with ardent eyes, mouth full of fervor
for your crimson presence.

I am the sailing boat, the fisherman,
humming with quiet and unmoving anticipation
for the melody of your song to ring through space.

I miss you.
I miss you in my fingertips and in my brain.
I miss you in my knees and in the depth of my ***** and
in my ritual I roam through sunny days looking for your cool hands
and on the cold days I freeze on the inside and I do not speak.

I miss everything I don't know about you.
I miss everything I thought I knew about you and
I miss not knowing
and wanting to know.

at times the guilt of it all churns my stomach,
to know that letting go of you may burn me on my soft edges
but might keep whole.
the sting of the brutal realisation that your light is not mine to melt my wings for.

still
time after time
I simply miss you.
I miss the idea of you.
I miss you, unknown.

Você me deu tantos sustos
Que agora a realidade parece confusa
E eu não sei o que sentir
É uma angústia, um novelo de lã que usavas para tricotar minhas toucas
Enforcando meu peito.

Teu amor me aquece nesse inverno tão gelado
E a única promessa que te garanto é de sempre levar meus casacos
Pois sei que deu que fará frio na televisão.
A lembrança do teu toque e cheiro são tão vividos
Será que irão embora contigo com o tempo?
Ou ao menos isso deixarás para mim?

Tem um potinho do teu molho de macarrão no congelador
E tantas fotos suas com um grande sorriso nos álbuns lá da sala de casa
Não consigo acabar esse poema
As forças que tinha usei tentando colocar o pé fora de casa
Acabaram nos meus olhos vislumbrando a janela.
Vi um mundo vivendo
Pessoas passando igual a antes
Seguindo em frente
E ninguém está de preto. Ninguém chora. Ninguém sente o que eu sinto.
Porque não te conheceram
Aí dessas pessoas infelizes
Que não provaram do teu carinho
Do teu amor
Aí dessas pessoas infelizes que vivem e passam
Enquanto eu não aguento viver nesse mundo sem você.

As lágrimas me consomem
E eu nem tenho mais lágrimas para chorar.

On my way from DC to Manhattan, the sky an odd indigo.
Got some donuts from the local bakery, which I'm munching on.
Some girl sits next to me.
After a couple hours she dozed off, and I whisper to her:
"You might be stardust, but you're no nebula."
She can't see the window through my silhouette.
I hate that inky nothing, I hate that
shadow, I hate
that silhouette.

At least after 22 hours of my constant calling, SMSing and Emailing
You did answer, " Am busy"

You don't how good I felt,
To see your reply...

Am so happy.. Am so happy...
I love you still so much, my dear guy...
Now, Someone's thus busy guy..

That open window on the bus,
that purple hue of the dawn sky,
is just as it is.

Those repeating lyrics,
those melodies which never irritate,
whispering through earbuds,
are just as they are.

That hotel I stop at,
that sea salt pool,
its warmth in coldness,
its missing chlorine,
is just as it is.

I long to repeat that thing I never did before

The slightest brush
of melancholy
tinges the evening:

that time of day
when ghosts awaken

and memories stir;

that time of day
when thousands
of lives lived
lean into now.

Where are you,
bright eyed lover?

I need a
gentle boost
to lift me above
this roar of silence,

this emptiness
that fills the
twilight.

Come to me.

Sing me songs
until smiles return
and we will smile
together.
   ~mce

Tepid summer nights and
     holes in the soles of your feet.
Holes in your wrists, no?
Soft fluttering of dusted eyelashes and
     the pale pink of morning sun as you turn your cheek.
Blushing like a schoolgirl, no?
***** fingertips on dirtied skin and
     toothy smiles, moth-eaten pillowcases, stale whispers.
*'Pour susurrer des mots doux', non?