The pain was falling from the sky
into the core of my soul, rough-edged
splinters carving an exploding ****
inside me, the drumming wind beating
against me, as thoughts of you came
creeping over me.  I remember when
we were as one, how our bodies rose
in timeless eternities, harmonic
tranquility, the serene sounds of
nature surrounding our nation,
the beautiful flowers and rose
bushes blossoming into sweet
enchantment.  We'd walk alongside
the beach and breathe in the cool
air and sparkling seagulls swimming
in the sea.  I'd feel your thin hands
interlock with mine as we smiled
at the glorious kids dashing across
the glittering sand, cheerful cheeks
full of life and adventure.  You'd
slowly turn to me and grin, I love
you my precious queen.  You
are all that I need.  And I'd
sink inside those words,
thinking about how lucky
I was to find the perfect guy
like you.  Then, I'd kiss you
on your lips and reply, I
love you too my magnificent
king.  Now I'm standing
here watching the movement
of the landscape shift in a
web of broken harmonies,
the grey-scorched pond
sinking below zero degrees,
the tears rolling down
my face as I think about
what happened to the
love between us.

Since this morning our bodies have
escaped into various worlds of intense
desires, strong sensual languages of
love sifting in the air, the hovering
sun staring at our sleek sweaty flesh,
legs interlocked, wild addictions
growing rampant like extreme
pumping rhythms.  

Each dancing second spins and
spins around like treading tires,
oil-slick beats bursting inside
our bellies, the thick green trees
rising in serene satisfaction,
coming alive like two lovers
swaying in an autumn breeze.

Our backs seep inside the
deepest moments, the perfect
climaxes that follow one after
the other, azure eyes on the
edge of brilliant bridges,
the light above us a space
of divine dimensions, as
our lips meet like two swans
swimming in shimmering seas.
We are almost there, the part
where magnificent nations
collide and explode into
exhilarating sensations.

The immense trees stood quietly
in the background, its shattered
leaves under clouds of confusion,
the wind rowing a reverberating
beat of broken blues beneath
it's sunken surface.  I stared at
its swollen symmetry and
tangled angles, the scars splintered
inside its core, the crushed dreams
drifting in loneliness.  I could feel
its inner presence sifting inside
my dimension, the disintegrating
thought of closed chambers
crashing sporadically within
my veins, the quivering faces
of frozen features, the cracked
skies upon the dead, the suffering
shadows lingering in a corridor
of thinning sounds.  The darkness
was slowly closing in as I gazed
into the horizon at the body of
blanched hues, stark screams
echoing across the sky, seeping
inside me as I inhaled each stroke of
pain pounding deep within my domain.

I nuzzled inside the wings of your arms,
soft strong muscles welcoming me into
a space of serenity, solid chests pressed
against my flesh, breathing in the love
songs rising from your existence.  I want
to taste every wave of your creation and
embrace the glorious scent of freedom,
our bodies floating in a sea of passion
like two lovers diving in deeper depths
towards sensual skylines.

I want to feel your warm touch circle
my cheeks and shoulders, sparking the
tenderness inside my cells, as we drift
away into the night, our astonishing
frames spinning inside various galaxies,
lost in shimmering Saturn, the flaming
fire between us taking us on a magical
ride across the horizon towards enchanted
escapes.

I stood in the closed space
trembling all over, cracked
eyelids slowly falling in
deadened existences, somber
cheeks sinking in the air, as
I stared at the shadowed walls,
the Spiderman comforter
covering the stained bed,
a square of Lego blocks,
blue polished tricycle,
game consoles, a spinning
yo-yo that my baby boy
used to hold onto like
he'd discovered his new
best friend.  I remember
the days when we used
to watch Recess together,
?his bright blue eyes staring
excitedly at the screen,
picture perfect animation
elevating into heightened
equations, ecstatic smiles
and sparkly cheeks.  He was
my world, the one that kept
me working hard every day
to make sure he never went
hungry, a shining star in
my dreams that made being
a father the greatest joy.
And some days when I was
in the kitchen fixing his
favorite dish, fried chicken
and crinkled French fries,
I could hear the satisfying
delight in his face.  His
exuberant words,
This tastes amazing dad,
as I smiled at him and
thought how lucky I was
to be a part of his life.
And when it came time
to put him to bed, I'd
read, "Life and Dreams,"
his chipper frame smiling
in the moment, seeping
inside the lovely diction.
And as he drifted off to
sleep, I could see his
lips moving at a slow
pace, I love you, dad.
I'd kiss him on his
cheeks and reply,
I love you too
my little man.
Now as I stand here
gazing at everything
surrounding me,
how my life is
screaming inside
and out, harboring
in brokenness, I can
feel the suffocating
breaths in the distance
creeping around me,
a sunken flame
disintegrating into
greyed ashes.

We were deep into thirty minutes
of rough burning passion, slippery
muscles pressed against muscles,
tender thrusting vibrations pounding
inside me like a fire spinning engine
rumbling in the dark.  

The cushion of your hands gripped
my bare ******* into submission
like a nation surrendering to a
dimension of hard sounding beats.  
Our wet tongues were a swirling
motion of hot steam lifting in the
air, harmonic legs intertwined,
spinning towards an array of
flashing lights.

The things we did over the moonlit
balcony could freeze the world
into sudden silence, our bodies
laying on the red rug reeking of
hot sweaty ***, the slow moments
melting into each other as you
whispered sweet desires inside
my ears.  

And as I tasted your existence
and embraced the rattling engines
from vehicles passing on the highway,
city lights flickering at ease, the curtains
swaying back and forth in a bridge
of breezes, you were my maze of
magnificent escapes, a satisfying
pleasure over thought and poetry.

My daughter is 16 and thinks that she
is a grown lady, the sassiness in her steps,
the stares and smirks in the bathroom
mirror, rosy fleshed cheeks chipper and
glowing bright, as she dances and spins
around like the wheels of a moving vehicle.
I can see the upbeat swag in her hips,
the iridescent charm in her flow, how her
caramel brown skin glistens like the sun,
like a sparkling diamond in the moonlight.
And as she twirls her lustrous curly hair,
I can hear her soft voice singing Brandy’s
song, Sittin On Top Of The World, pure
sweet harmonies rising in the air towards
a sea of uncharted dreams.  There’s the
dazzle in her bright brown eyes, serene
gleam and glossy red lipstick she tries
to hide from me.  Her mind is ahead
of its time like the tremendous trees
that stands in the background filled
with so much knowledge and depth.  
But a part of me worries that she is
becoming a young woman too soon.  
Some days when I’m home polishing
the furniture and she walks in through
the screen door, I can see the radiance
and flirtatious grin in her frame,
those various boys that got her losing
her mind like a kingdom falling apart
piece by piece.  And when I try to talk to
her, there’s the smart remarks that rises
out of her mouth.  Who do she think I am?
She must not know that she is not too old to
get an old-fashioned whipping.  Back in the
days when I was a teenager and we talked
back to our parents, that was grounds for
an absolute beat-down, the kind that had
a stinging sensation of blazing rhythms,
a swollen space of broken waves.
Still, I understood the meaning behind
those times, the many days when my parents
showed me tough love in hopes that I would
bloom into a blossoming woman.  And now
as I stare at my baby girl, I can only hope that
she too will blossom into a beautiful flower.