He has a spot beneath his ribcage.
I often find myself touching the soft skin that dips on his body.
He can be so ******* me yet his lips are soft.
He has gentle caring eyes.
Never have I seen a set of blue as amazing as his.
Sometimes the gap in his teeth can be sighted between his pink lips.
And I know he thinks he is ordinary.
But I want him to know he is beautiful.
And like no other person I've ever known.
He will not let me love him.
I know he doesn't believe when I say the words.
He doesn't want to.
I show him by touching the scruff on his delicate face.
I show him by asking for one more kiss even when he is tired and agitated.
I'll always desire his presence and his skin on mine.
He will not let me love him.
Yet I do
Loving him is hard when he won't allow me to. I don't believe he means it when he says he loves me. But I am patient.
My neck is stretched and my heart is soaring.
My eyes have been blessed.
Baptized in a sea of sparkling treacle.
A sticky mess; I find myself stuck in an artwork.
Something so vast; I could never understand this artists mind.
My place is anywhere but this soil I stand upon, my feet are walking but I am never far from where I've been, am or will be.
All is now and now is everything.
I hold this key but there is no locked door to open.
Or is it a safe?
Unbranded, I must look.
Directions to an unknown destination.
Is there anything that needs fixing?
Or are the screws fitted tight?
Does the bulb still hold light?
My neck is stretched.
I see a dome with lights, stuck to the unbreakable glass.
Dying to fall to the earth and flourish in our roots.
With the secrets, the directions.
I am blind.
Until I see the stars; I am unseeing and ignorant.
Like glowing rain that's stopped still in time and space.
Until they fall.
Making humanity bloom.
I wait for this day.
A time that will never come.
A time that's already been.
A time seconds from now.
When that light falls upon my filthy skin.
I will be.
I wrote this after being absolutely dumbstruck at the sight of the sky in a small town called Ganmain, inland New South Wales. Everything was so alive and in my face. I couldn't leave that sky without a form of recognition and this is my acknowledgment to that universe beyond our tangible existence.
Getting things tangled in my hair again like
and the memory of your hands
You're the ache that rests in my mouth when
I fall short of beautiful words
You will remain familiar
yet a mystery to me like
the soft edges of sunrise like
the reason dead stars only shine in the dark
Lick the words
from my lips
let them slide down
like fruited jewels,
dark, hard candies
that melt into cream
a healing liquid
oozing into my
pumping milky beats
permeating the deep
of my wild
My syllables will
around your syntax
of buttered silk
flow into the ether,
as heaven's night
We twirl our tongues
into guttural utterings,
that glides from
to an outpour
We feed each other
our saliva like honey
dripping with dawn's
as we open up
like baby birds,
begging to be nourished
at all costs
in this lingual forest
Your breath finds a home
on my tastebuds,
In between the tumults
is how we
A stranger to my body. These are not my fingertips.
No longer, present in this realm. Where humans touch palm to palm.
The soft pink flesh of one's lips are pressed against mine, yet this is not my experience.
He is not my love. Not physically. The man I love is within the vessel. Though he is no man.
But, a soul whom is yet to reach his potential.
My eyes see these foreign machines, and I switch a controller and I laugh at what he has spoken.
With his device, he holds me and I hold him.
“I love you” I speak.
This is not my voice, nor who I am.
“I really like you.” He says.
He belongs to nothing.
We belong to our being.
If only all could embrace what truly exists.
It is not the physicality of being human.
It’s the mind.
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
No one could understand.
I have gone unnoticed and undermined.
Yet in my microscopic existence; I feel infinite.
I am relevant. And that’s all anyone wants to be.
To whom they are relevant.
A product of this country I am not, but a product of nurture.
I don’t belong to anything, I belong to my being.
And that is that.
No matter how relevant to the world I may be.
To myself is all that matters.