#caramell
I wonder whether we'd see ourselves
on a dainty handheld hologram
stuck between bookends
with titles of worn-out type
one sentimental winter afternoon
many moons from now...
Perhaps then we'd have outgrown counting months:
we might as well count the years
like they do the stars on a tranquil night,
naming the myths and figures
they've burned into our insight;
we'll dream of constellations—
islands of starlight that stood out
in an already pleasant sea
of living life with you.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 11:08 AM UTC
like night misses day
It’s the feeling you get
when your eyes can't wait
to see the blessed sun
so they refuse to shut
lest they miss the wake of dawn...
But I know I should rather sleep
to pull myself faster to the break of day
than to stay up conversing with Cupid
about how she's been and what's gone her way...
I suppose my demons
have their ways of inciting the urge
by pestering my mind
with phantasms of her...
Why does the night have to drag itself so sluggishly?
I still miss her like night misses day.
If only the moon would give me the courtesy
of winding the sun every evening
so that it might never leave me be;
might she shine on my face forevermore?
Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
I know what makes your burn
It's the dim of a moonlit night
and the saunter of lips up hills and valleys--
It's the crackle of cigarettes
atop our pleasantries
and the spill of sweet talk
made unchained by our mouths
To be covered in love until the following dawn
dripping drops of lovey-dovey morning dew...
To be terribly in love until the following dawn
drinking shots like doting lovebirds do...
Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 6:20 AM UTC
If I showed you a still from a Wes Anderson film
I'm sure you'd probably have a lot to say--
a multitude of ideas waiting to pour forth from your mouth
and brimming off the top of your head...
I'd gladly spend as many hours as I'd need
waiting for you to empty your excitement
as you talk away about the things you love
in that adorable manner of wanting to say so much
Believe me when I tell you
your impassioned expressions
are more entertaining in their own cute way
than any feature film I can recall
Serve me a dish
of things I never knew
and stuff I could say
I only learned today
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 12:58 PM UTC
the ill-tempered autumn wind does little to sway an evergreen
whose timber column rings thus of doggedness unseen.
there may have been moments when leaves would wither here and there,
but its blanket of foliage has fought to keep its verdant hue--
whether caught in snow or shaken by pelting rain,
whether trampled undue by the trudging of time
or battered somehow by a certain bane...
the fact is, he's been here for so long:
he's taken after the colors of her writing pens
like mixed laundry bleeding its red unto a wash of white linens--
alas, sometimes I find myself lying beneath the boardwalk
drowning in her songs and sifting through a gallery of her smiles.
this has been the most meaningful three quarters of any year
i have had the privilege of co-authoring with someone so dear.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 12:15 PM UTC
i see drops of water tracing the lines of your hair--
it's like you're crying but you're happy and i swear
even a painter couldn't muster the awe to bear
the sight of you under showering rain
i see nightlights peeking behind your silhouette
and the tones of your flustered blush try not to separate
themselves from the warm comely palette
of the shot of our figures in loving embrace
i see a blanket folded into your solemn sleeping shape
with curves smiling back; in a way, i wouldn't escape
had you had me landlocked within your pretty landscapes...
hug me tight
so that i might see
just how pretty you can be
under the soft glow of a burning moment
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 10:40 AM UTC
she's a park bench witness
to my marked French kisses
and her pulchritude pulls me to say
not even Clark Kent's mistress
can push me out of her flames
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC
I don't think you know I used to listen to Chet Baker.
He's likely sung me to sleep once or twice by now,
but I lost him to time and blues, hidden upon layered
snowfall flung from new ears and new sounds.
So it came as a surprise I'd see him again
elsewhere somehow late one night before bed.
It baffles me you listen to such songs
when most people would rather hear a track from Red.
Our tastes may not align a hundred percent of the time
but at least your palate is something I admire
despite its wayward crimes and objections with mine,
for all its, let's call it, bona fide desire.
However, in the many instances they shake hands--
when they share stances and break lines in the sand--
those moments make me proud I met you.
Not many people can juggle in tandem.
After all, it takes two to know tango is best
when both are aware of exactly how either
would break the rules of the dance
to bend the movements to their own fancy.
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:36 AM UTC
i'm still in love; despite the occasional madness,
i am in love. even if time opens a cavern beneath
our feet and spreads us thin, i know it'd be best
i try to jump to your side and stagger to cheat
death...
but if fate wills i fall off the edge,
ill face the ground with a sincerity of heart;
not that id resign seeing u again,
but ill wait...
maybe one day ill find a rope
i could climb to see you one more time.
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 2:40 PM UTC
why do i still feel that hanging sadness
from when night falls on our shoulders to coax a "bid farewell"?
a lingering steal-of-thought that cross-stitches
itself in daydream
if i could stretch sunsets
i'd bleed them dry
'til we got tired of purple clouds and orange skies...
id sit through them with you
if only to hold your hand a little longer
before home called back a final time
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 2:37 PM UTC
Is substance abuse that grim:
the instant I use you lights dim
like they want my muse to trim
her figure in darkness--
Blow the candles out with a kiss:
show a dancehall how to fill a floor with
slow hands-and-all antics
while my mind sinks in you--
Take me deep within nirvana:
make me sleep in a hug sauna
maybe I'd keep in mind on a
frigid Friday night--
So bare with me if I overdose:
Be there lines that blow over my nose,
I care not if they slide me into comatose...
The high that is you,
an ingenue but of substance,
a drug to pursue...
**** me with an overdose.
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
do you know how much my eyes crave a mouthful of that simple smile?
if only video could spell emotions the way your lips do
i wouldnt miss the sight of that grin
but with the way you shoot me with flashes of laughter
im left hungered for a slice of that crescent smile...
and frankly, its a sight that merits a kiss every now and then
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 1:33 PM UTC
i hate being uncertain about certain things
especially so when it's 'em hurtin things
but as a writing frenchman once penned
"Of course I'll hurt you
Of course you'll hurt me
Of course we will hurt each other
But this is the very condition of existence
To become spring means accepting the risk of winter..."
and with all winters
warm rosy summers lie ahead.
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 8:57 AM UTC
i swear we're rarely at ease
with the way we push doors to new experiences
kissing on public property isn't illegal
but the nerve of the act thrills me just as much
parking lots are often not the site
for love birds deprived of merry lip locking
but we paint them red better
than an arsonist with a burning passion
can shade his buildings black
i wish i could watch that night
play itself once more
on a lofty screen just for us
while we do it perhaps again--
the way i took your form
and made it rest against a certain sedan...
the way i kissed you then
while my body leaned on yours...
the way we held that kiss
despite the bustling of the city night...
the way you looked at me
when we paused for a moment's sake...
i could tell you were so ******* high
(and im sure you could tell i was too)
Jan 13, 2023
Jan 13, 2023 at 12:48 PM UTC
is it just me
or is the thought of shared death
a truly romantic affair?
and i don't mean
to die together
of old age...
to fall in each other's arms
following an overdose of *****
while we slip six feet under
listening to the smiths--
"and if a double-decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die"
i wanna die together
with our lips locked in an embrace
while we swing back and forth
across an empty ballroom floor
"and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die"
is it just me
or am i ****** up?
(at least then
you'd be the last thing
i see)
Dec 18, 2022
Dec 18, 2022 at 10:22 AM UTC
you'd lie on my lap
with nothing much to say
and there i'd bend
to meet your wandering gaze...
the rain, however light,
would feign tears on your face
tears i'd pretend
betrayed a sense of elation--
had they been yours
i would've cried just the same.
surely, i say,
that day's a purple aster
in my garden patch of greys,
a haughty little lamppost
along an awry little highway...
that day was
(and i'd say it again,
without thinking about lifting
the spout tipping my pen)
a lovely day, a ten outta ten
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 7:46 AM UTC
we wouldve waltzed then and there...
the sky and its thousand eyes
would bear witness to that spectacle of a moment:
a trade of footsteps and a synchrony of motion--
we'd wonder why
despite being lost in each other's eyes
we could render such a dynamic embrace
and paint the night a rosy red hue...
i say that perhaps then
the goddess of love
has taken the wheel.
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 11:03 PM UTC
some say i think of you too much
but so long as overdose on thoughts of you is a ways away,
ill keep taking these memories with a cup of jasmine tea--
id rather count my days with you
than the sheep I see in bed.
Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 2:52 PM UTC