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X A V I E R Jun 2015
Bring colors to my sky
as each spoken syllable
dances off your tongue
past my favorite set of lips.
Darling, you know those
are my favorite four letters.

Ideas of us are the catalyst
of hope, the beacon of light
that shines triumphantly
through the suffocating black
sky. Crests of waves tower over
shallow troughs revealing
the power of your high as
I prepare my veins and
feel your body with me.

Tonight I'll keep thoughts
of love and lust discreet
and stare oceans deeper
into your eyes.
X A V I E R Apr 2015
Warm lips wait patiently on
the horizon as I watch the
sun disappear into the sea.
We stare at the same sky,
set ablaze. Our passion
like burning embers keeps us
close as we demand more
from this sunset. Soon,
I remind myself,
soon.

The stars exist atop the black,
blank canvas and we connect
the dots, joking, laughing as
our minds wrestle with the
mythical creatures we create.
We stare at the same sky;
we dream, I dream: the only
time I spend with you
is in my sleep.

Won't you promise me you'll
be there when my eyes open?
I crave your lips and everything,
you.
X A V I E R Nov 2014
Bring your body and give it
as if it's a weekly allowance,
a favor you owe or do you,
perhaps, yearn for a place
back inside his heart?

What does it take to stay
warm on a cold night?
The smell of burning wood
or something more - your
knitted wool blanket that's not
just a piece of cloth?
It's soft touch became the
liaison between two young bodies
and let you truly feel.

Feel his gentle touch and
the warmth of his eyes.
Legs tangle and long sighs
ignite the room rendering
your knitted wool blanket
useless. Compassionate
whispers of half truths clutter
the mind as his head clears:
"Please, be the love that I am sure of."
X A V I E R Oct 2014
I'd quench that thirst -
evening satiation throbs in
my head, in my heart, in my
-
whenever you were thirsty.

I'd live without it -
no shortcomings of vices in
the smoke, in the liquor, in the
-
unless only you instigate.

You keep on lying -
can you let me escape the
thoughts, feelings, desire?

- on that bed, those satin sheets.

Black lace and smoldering incense
cloud the hazy, lustful dreams
where the satisfied sighs, screams,
smiles were unforgettable.
I'm up in the sky and I can't
keep running away.
Shoutout to Jay for encouraging me to write more.
X A V I E R Sep 2014
the timbers of

the shipwreck

keep my heart,

well, afloat.
X A V I E R Jul 2014
It's a simple thing:
Not even to an animal
should you give your heart.
Do lovers connect as one?
Feel your love on my chest
where you used to rest your head,
a chilling realization
it was only childish fun.

Not even to an animal.
X A V I E R Feb 2014
What does music feel like?
I want to feel it for myself
Is it the written or printed
signs representing vocal
or instrumental sound?
Vocal or instrumental sounds
combined in a way such
as to produce beauty of form,
harmony and expression of
emotion?

I can see lovers dancing
in windows. But I can't
feel them dancing
for myself.
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