They say
Only the fittest survive, sardonically.
The whole enchilada’s pressing on my throbbing
Head. Like a drained sponge, dehydrated
I can only hear jeers, see mocks, talk
Nothing with my quivering lips, to the
World that says I am drowning to doom in the
Tough Ocean of the world. But they know not
That I can swim

Beside the strident, turquoise waves
Under the dying embers of that ******* fire lighting the sky
Who slowly drowns into water like a blue, ripened mango,
You and I are left vulnerable, with only a fragile, lacy blanket;
No words exchanged but our effusive hearts seem to be
Chattering away, their blood, veins, skin and all
Intertwining, till there’s nothing left.
Our arms are welded with brash intimacy by
The warmth of the dusk, as
The sunlight merges slowly into darkness in
The marriage of twilight-us; Oh,
How our palms labor, sweat and tire each other, and yet,
All familiarity is insufficient for
Mere skin feels like too much clothing,
All time too short and all cacophony music:
Silence drugs, and intoxication silences, but love,
I don’t want to understand anything at all, insanity is enough.
The entire universe seems to have gotten ******
Into a black hole
With only two of us still existing somehow,
As if all gravity has gotten defeated by ours,
But for me,
Beyond this colossal void
What’s only left is just everything I wanted.

The skin of the blue sky is imperfect
Blemished with irregular patches of grey
And snowy white that look puffed up,
Like lazily drifting fantasy;
And when they do fall on me,
All that dreamy
Cotton candy; I am ****** awake.
They tingle on my cold skin
Then evaporate, like they never were
But a cotton candy left out too long in front
Of the starving mouth of air.