Into The Cauldron

 Loser Loser, sunshine down,

Skyrocket teacher laugh at my frown.

Secret holder lantern out,

Truth be spilled from a rotten mouth.

Games we played, by games we made,

Winners win and losers die.

A lover's love is a lover's sin,

A game made where only some win.

Run where you want, run to hide

This game doesn't ask for players, 

It just buries itself, deep in your side.

Even spell casters get casted,

Taken one, taken all,

Everyone is bound to fall.

Eyes of flesh, yet eyes of forever,

Casting dreams in my mind of us together.

Lover lover lose me not,

Hearts intertwined in a cosmic knot.

Giver giver, taker taker,

We are either, we are both, we the maker.

Power given, sought and crowned,

Sink your hook in me, deep under ground.

Whether this was unplanned, casted, or divinely ordained,

In me, in me, you will forever remain.

 

19

 If there were 19 things I could say, I'd talk about the first 19 seconds when I saw you and what started to happen in my mind.  I'd remind you about the 19 seconds you walked behind me and what started to happen in your mind that told you that you need to follow me and let me lead you.  I'd talk about the 19 seconds before I kissed you the fist time and how my body swelling from being pulled by you as you spoke and how I was just taken over by the need to break every rule in the book.  I could count out 19 moments this stick out in my mind. 

The way your hand felt the first time I held it.

The first time I noticed you comfortably sitting the hidden room of my heart. You found it and walked in without knocking and I didn't even see, I just turned and you were there, like you were always there, like that seat was yours and you're back for it.

The first time you came over.

The first time I smelt your hair

The first time I walked behind your and smelled your vanilla perfume.

The moment I realized that if I didn't kiss you now I was going to burst.

The way your lips felt the first time I kissed you and how you made my head spin.

The way your skin felt the first time I drew my hand over your body.

The fist time the world froze because our kiss was so deep, it was our souls kissing.

The first time I felt we were from before and the realization you were the home I was looking for.

The first time we made love, how we were so caught up, feeding on each other in a trance.

The first time you drove your face into my neck as you curled up on me.

The times when you held my face to kiss me.

The first time we laid on the couch for over an hour just listening to music.

The first time your said something powerful about your feelings for me.

The first time I woke up to a long 3am text from you being consumed by me, by us.

The fist time we drove to the beach in my car and how we touched the whole way.

The fist time you told me you loved me.

The first time you told me you need me

Each of those moments burn like a super nova in my mind on constant replay.  I could talk about the 19 months and how flawed and imperfect it's been, but I would have to say how much of a whole different world it's been being in love with you. Nothing else feels logical, other than we were one soul split apart for centuries searching for each other and finally finding each other again.  I could talk about how one look from you still levels me to this day, whether it's in person or a picture of you.  I'm so taken by you, so drawn to you, so overpowered by you, so lost in your control, so lost in your eyes, that you live ever present in my mind, day and night. This doesn't stop, this hasn't stopped, even during the times  when we things were unclear. It was actually during those times I was introduced to how scared I felt if I lost you and that taught me how deep my feelings are for you. It's not an attachment, it's a belonging, it's finally understanding that my way of loving never worked with anyone else by seeing how it naturally flows and exist with your presence in my life. This connection that doesn't ask for permission to exist, this obsession that keeps revealing more and more depth, live rolling over endless cliffs going down an abyss. The draw that doesn't seem to slow down.  I am in it and it is in me, a cycle charged and released, to never find an end. 

She Was Never Mine

 She was never mine

She looked at me like I was the forever she forgot to choose

She was never mine

But she followed me anyway

She was never mine

Her eyes were filled with me and mine with her

She was never mine

Our kiss was like a star exploding somewhere in the Universe about to create life

She was never mine

Our skin touching, bewildered from being familiar and unfamiliar at the same time

She was never mine

Our hearts rebelled against every rule this world made to keep us apart

She was never mine

A jailed mega storm, roaming around, rivalling Jupiter's

She was never mine

A comprehension only for two, only for once, only for us

She was never mine

Forever changed, tattooed on time's skin, never to be forgotten

She was never mine

Found, stolen, given, taken, existing beyond choice

She was never mine

100 Centillion lifetimes... this one is ours

Tattoo

Etched in, burned in, cut in,

It didn't matter, voluntary or not.

Scars permanently interrupting the natural beat of my heart 

Not a second will go by I won't be reminded of you.

Every beat will tug on the cotorised tissue

And I will feel it...I will feel you.

Time stands over me with the whip of mediocrity

with every crack and lash, telling me to not love you anymore.

On hands and knees, bleeding, I say...."never".

As sweat and blood pours down my skin, I imagine it's you touching me.

This world beats real love out of us

I will not be broken...for you, will not be broken

We exist to persist our existence

We, exist to persist lifetimes, we are not them.

When I die, I will be forgotten

My memories will mean nothing to anyone else

But a map to find you, again... and again.

And will take those lashes because I will not conform.

We are from before and no one owns it, but us.

The Deal

"Hello Lucifer", as I walked up behind him sitting on the ground as he peeled the skin off a dead body. He's twice the size of us so I had to reach up just to get the lower part of his shoulder. He felt my touch and stopped moving but he did not turn around. As I pulled my hand back and saw blood on my fingers, I knew this was not going to be an easy conversation. 

"Hello Satan, you have all this pain...I hesitated ...why do you need mine? This is all I have left, it's the only thing I've ever had. I don't know how to live with out it. I need it, you have so much, can I give you something else? How about the love I have, I have so much of it and nobody ever wanted it, it's basically brand new, not a scratch, you can have that." I rambled out so quickly that I lost my breath a little.

The beast, still facing away from me, raised his head up and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Why has no one ever taken your love?" His ominous curious but calm voice lit up in my ear.

"I don't know, guess I'm not good enough. I don't think I've ever been seen really, just used".

"Hmm" in the middle of his heavy breathing. "I will take your love, and leave you with your pain, but you will never get it back."

I knew this was something I could never come back to him for. They say never make a deal with the devil but I don't know this love everyone speaks of, all I know is my pain. "Deal!" I said, with fear and determination.

In less than a breath he says "Done, now go."

I blinked and I was transported back to my world. The forest, the bodies, the blood, it all just, vanished. 

A sigh of relief I guess, I gave him something I didn't want, a weight off my shoulders, hoping to be loved. I won't have to worry about being a shadow, or an object ever again. A peace, a freedom, went on for a few weeks, and the fear of what he might do faded. 

And then you walked in. 

I saw the familiar soul in your eyes, I saw my home in your face and everything in me lit up, and I immediately heard the devil laughing in my ear, then it all made sense why he took my offer. He took the love I was meant to give to you. He knew why my love in the past failed, because I didn't meet you yet. He knew the love I have is for you. That's why it never worked with anyone else. The devil won again. I can see him dancing and stepping on my heart, smashing it to pieces. This was real pain, pain I did not want. This was real, woe... this was real, hell. All the other pain I carried, faded to dust compared this.

I felt a large heavy hand rest gently on my shoulder. It was him. I turned and looked up.

"Not only will you never love again, you will never ...love ...her". In his ominous voice, deep and slow.

"You knew this didn't you" I said as I turned my head back to her standing there in suspended animation. 

"You came to me angry, you came to me impatient. All you had to do was wait. Yes, all the others were going to fail because she is yours and will always be, but you got impatient, for that, you will pay". 

"Pity me then". I said, in shame as I dropped my head.

"Pity?! Are you serious? I've watched people die waiting for the one they love. I know this love you speak of, that's why I took it. But I will keep it for you, I will watch over her for you. But I do acknowledge your bravery in coming to me, foolish as it was. 

A long pause, as I felt darkness falling like a curtain at the end of a play. 

"I'm actually curious what your bravery would look like if I gave you back your love. The bravery you took to come to me."

 I looked up at his towering blood stained body as he looked at her with a grin on his face.

"You humans are so simple and don't realize the power you have. You know what little lion, here, I will give you back your love. Give it to her. I have no shortage of fools wasting their lives, your love for her will actually help me torture the lost souls as they see how true love actually exists, and I will feed off their pain even more. I never lose. Here, go, and never come back to me."

And again, in the blinked of an eye, he vanished and I felt my body start to fill and be taken over with my love for her. It rattled my bones and shot up my spine. My mind became a brightly lit palace of our lives together and my heart filled. Everything in me was now pointed at her. The devil will use our love to torture the world. So be it. Fuck them all. The world can burn as long as she holds my hand. 

How Stupid Was I

 How Stupid Was I

I saw it

I knew it

I ran in anyway.

How Stupid Was I

Like a blood hound certain of a scent

I saw the future I dreamt of

I turned the particles of my dreams into concrete

And I walked proudly into my new world, with her.

How Stupid Was I

I took a deep breath at the bottom of my ocean

I wanted the death of monotony to be my vengeance

I wanted her love to baptize me, free me.  

How Stupid Was I

And how Stupid am I

sitting here now, broken and sunken

when I knew... I always knew

I wanted to die from this world and be reborn in her eyes

I am tired of this world

she... woke... me... up

How Stupid Was I

Now I turn my head from the sky

and look back down to the shackle on my ankle

and hear the clinks of the chain,

Just like everyone else around me.

How Stupid Was I

Sheets and Samurai Swords

 I didn't know her love would be so beautiful and wicked at the same time.  So many sheets have watched how diabolical she was with me...silent witnesses they were. But the memory of those sheets slash my mind like Kubikiri-Asa's sword.  The memories hurt more than the day she told me didn't love me anymore and walked away.  Now these memories run rampant like a mad samurai, slicing through any kind of concentration I try to function through my days.  The one thing it doesn't slash is her face and those sheets.  Sheets at her place which would get pushed to the floor, sheets what would get ripped off the bed in a hotel room, sheets at my place which I would pull over our naked and drained bodies after we ravaged each other. Sheets I would watch her sleep in. Sheets that would cling to her form, etching her curves in my mind.  Why doesn't the blade slash those memories... and save me.  Why do those memories remain impervious, why does her face live like the moon in my mind, pulling me to her, even though she's a ghost.  I used to lick her body, now all I have to lick is the bloody edge of this blade and wish that the blood is hers so I can get one last taste, but the blood is mine as I try to forget that I'm the one bleeding.  I can't even ask for my eyes to get slashed because the way she made love to me will be on repeat in my mind. I can hear Sisyphus laughing at me. The glimmer of the blade and shimmer of the sheets embody her glorious disaster as I tell my heart to lie still, lie still and break, break silently.

Hey Cupid, make you a deal.

 Hey Cupid, come 'ere... make you a deal.

That arrow you shot, took over 8 years to get to me, now she's with someone else.

No, I don't want another one.  I want this one.  This one is mine, see, look at the label.  I have the other half.  So here's what you do, since she does know I exist, I'm gonna cut you a little slack. I'll hit my reset button off  that bridge over there, and when she comes back for her next lifetime, drop me in right on time this time and hit her with the arrow.  We'll meet before she met him. Our tags will match and it'll be great, deal?

C'mon Cupid, that's not bending the rules, you did it once before... took him a few hundred years but he found her again and its the best love story in all the movies! I know ours will be just as great and you know it too.  You built our hearts from scratch, the same fabric and from the 2 elements, how could you not want to see this play out right?  Don't you want to see your handy work being showcased to the world? Cuz you know I'll make sure the whole world knows how perfect she is and how much we love each other.  You know I'll worship the ground she walks on.

What you mean you can't put me back like you did before.  Ok, I know you can make me wait in this lifetime, but that way... is a bit rougher cuz I gotta watch someone else love her. OK maybe I can endure the sleepless and lonely nights if it means I get her.  But are you sure you're going to make her come to me? When the time is right?  C'mon the time is right, right now bro, remember it wasn't me who messed up on the arrows. Mix ups are normal?!  I don't wanna hear that, that sounds like a you problem.  

Aren't you tired of Michael and them making fun of you.  Show 'em you got this love match making business locked.  Who else is you huh?!  Yea, that's what I'm saying.  OK so here's the deal, I'm gonna go chill over there, but ah, can I at least get to see her once in a while? She knows it's me too and a kiss from her makes all the pain in this world go away. She told me the world disappears when we kiss.  You can't put that on ice, have you seen her eyes?!  You can?  Bet!  Yea Yea I gotchu, I won't tell anyone else.  

What's that? Of course I know what kinda house she wants, a white house with blue shutters, a walk-around porch, and a room that overlooks a creek so she can draw.  I'll work on that in the meantime.  I plan to protect her with every once of my life, in every way possible. I'm gonna make sure she smiles everyday, she'll never feel alone ever again and I will be her rock. I just wanna die with her, you know? 

See, I told you, I got this, now go do what you need to do.  Talk to whoever you need to talk to, bribe whoever, trade favors, that sorta thing, anything you need to do. She is all I'll live for.  And I'll wait for the day I see her standing at my door, I'll let her in and that'll be the last time she'll ever leave my heart.  I need her, her hand, her face, her hair, her smell. Do this for me Cupid, Do this for us.    Peace.

The Sun in my Moon

 You know, when we met, and I saw my feelings grow into this Eden of hope and all things wonderful, I didn't realize how dark my writing was until you told me.  I had to laugh to myself.  All these years I've always depicted depth with violence, death and darkness.  I Imagined I made you feel that my love for you was something that was dark, not good, something to be afraid of and unintelligible for human consumption.  Even writing this now I think of all the ways I've depicted love and affection, though theatrical, but left this taste of morbidity. 

So let's rewrite this? How do you make me feel? It is all magic with you.  Your face is like a flower blooming in slow motion.  The warm feeling of hugging you is like watching Spring come and nothing can stop it...you just take me over and everything cold and dark goes away. Hearing you tell me you love me is like a warm wind on a cool Fall afternoon gently gliding over my face. You make me sore over mountains in crisp blue skies. You make me feel like I've never been here before. Kissing you is like drinking fresh spring water, I can't get enough and I keep drinking.  Your oceanic eyes take me on a voyage of us, with each star a dream and a moment of you and I, and I want to touch every single one of them.  The rush of knowing you're coming to see me, competes with the rush of Niagara Falls and I want to pour every drop into you.  Your smile as you approach me rivals the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen. I will take your sun if you take my moon and hand in hand we will dance with the earth as our witness, forever.

Theft

 Do you know what love is?  It's being afraid to finish the lotion you gave me as a gift because it's the last thing I'll ever have from you that came from your hand.  It's fearing dementia because losing my memories of you might as well be the end of the world for me now. It's wanting to reach out to you everyday and knowing why I shouldn't . I'd rather see you happy, even though I'm the only one I want to see you happy with.  It's imagining me in your life everyday but knowing this daydream is the only luxury I'll ever have.  It's seeing every car that looks like yours and wondering if it's you coming to tell me we can finally be together and everyone in your life wants me there.  It's going through my email and seeing where I typed your name last and for split second thinking it was a new email form you.

Do you know what love is?  Love is torment.  Love is a hook in the bottom of my spine, wrenching and pulling me to find you.  It yanks me randomly away from work and I have to pause and hold my head down with the feeling of kissing you and missing you violently coursing through my body.  It's regret the weight of mountain chained to my neck as it hangs off a cliff. I fight with every muscle in my body to hold it up but wonder if I should just let it pull me over and dive after it in the biggest tragedy ever in mankind.  

Love is theft. Love is gang of dancing devils, prancing and stomping my heart bleeding out on the dirt.

Love is loneliness, the desert of all deserts, scorching solitude, silence that drives you mad and no end in any direction, while each gran of sand is your face.

Leave me alone love, you've only taken from me, I have nothing left.  Find someone else now.

The Nebula of Her

 I am flesh and I am bone.

I am flesh and I am bone, until I am dust.

I am flesh and I am bone carrying this eternal love for you.

And when I am dust, my love will float around in specs of grain slave to wind and time. 

I am dust in the wind across ages, each grain pocketing a piece of you, spreading the earth.

And when the sun explodes, every grain will ignite, and my love will morph into the flames and rage.

I am now flames of an exploding star slowly spreading across the universe in a slow expanse.

My love for you is now a burning nebula, filling all the space between the stars,

My love for you is now beyond space and time, as I am now beyond space and time.

I will love you forever then as I love your forever now.

Beyond flesh and bone and time itself

My love will never die.

#2elements

Paper Fire

 She didn't realize I saw her. It caught her off guard. She turned around and rolled out this huge sheet of paper with a fire drawn on it with crayons and started shaking and waving it at me. As she held it up, she roared like a kid imitating a lion. It was her defense mode. Looking at the fire, it was fierce and large, warning you would get burned if you tried to get too close. Her inner child roared and she even stepped closer, wanting to push me away or I'd  get burned. Yes, this was a fierce fire. But I had already seen her, and from the side you could see it was just a thin piece of paper. She didn't want anyone to know that.

What's funny was she would peek from behind this giant paper, looking at me with the crayons in her hand she use to color the flames. She has this smile on her face where she wanted me to be impressed or scared by her great wall of fire, but in her eyes she wanted me to stay. She wanted me to get burned and leave her alone but also wanted me to grab this huge paper and lay it down. But she didn't know how to stop shaking the paper and roaring. It's the only way she has come to be because others who saw her, hurt her, so it was safer to keep this wall of fire up, but at the same time didn't want me to walk away. 

She kept checking if I was burned yet, or walked away but also wanted to know that would still be standing there.  She would color in more flames and try to roar louder at times, but in her eyes when she peaked around, she wanted me to stay. If I ripped down her wall of fire I know it would be taking away the only thing she had left, leaving her vulnerable. It was the only thing safe she knew. If she only knew, I would be giving her me and my battalion of love in my chest which would protect her for eternity,  but this kind of love is new to her and others have fained this level of intensity and drowned when she opened up. I can contain her fire, I can cool her, I can match her depth. But for now she doesn't know it but she senses it, which is why she wants and hopes I continue to stay. Maybe she'll roar less and shake the paper less. Maybe one day she will lay it down on her own, and see that all I was doing was waiting to love her the only way she can recognize, the only way I know how to love. For now, I stand and  smile back at her every time she peaks around. 

Tick... Tock

 You tick the way you tick... I tick the way I tick. What if, the way we tick was intended to tick together and the reason no one else gets how deep we are, is because no one else was supposed to match with how we tick. And instead of seeing that our brokenness actually synchs, we're too busy looking at it's flaws. We're therefore diverted, distracted, disillusioned from the fact that we were made this way so that we fit!

So we go around ticking to the wrong people's tock and thinking it's us that need to keep modifying ourselves, when all along, my tick was meant for your tock. Too busy thinking we need the perfect tick to tick with the perfect tock. So we end up passing each other constantly in the night thinking every light in the distance is the lighthouse to paradise. We held hands before, and beyond words, beyond norms, we saw how we lit each other up. That was the only symphony we needed to hear but rose colored lenses kept us blind and fighting, when all we had to do was shut...them...out. If we quieted the noise you would see how beautiful you are to me. If we quieted the noise you would hear how our "broken" ticks fully synched and worked in it's own intended perfection. Our unmatched depth would find their home, but only if we quieted the noise. What is the story you want to write? That you denied me because the world said so? Or that you found where you belonged and got the live the rest of your days being folded in the arms of the home meant for you? It's time to stop standing outside in the rain. The clock is ticking.

Gemstone

 You expect me to discard you,

Because others have stepped away.

You expect me to look passed you,

Like a better option on the shelf below.

That's why you hide everything, 

Because everyone who looked, didn't see anything they wanted.

You keep checking the clock,

Because everyone said your time is up.

And you keep expecting me to find better, 

Because everyone made you feel you're not good enough.

But if you saw how I see you,

You'd know you are a more precious than anything in my life.

If you saw how you made me feel,

You'd know you're the only one for me.

If you saw my mind when I kiss you,

You'd know that I want everything about you.

If you knew how deep my love grows,

You would beg the gods to live forever.

If you knew why my hands never tire of you,

You would know that as you are, you are enough for me.

No one saw your gemstone, 

because it wasn't meant for them.

No matter how they looked,

No matter how much you offered it,

They would never see it.

It isn't something in you.... it's you.

It isn't a piece of you... it's all of you.

The prism of you has to be taken as whole.

I see my gemstone

I see you.

Fine

 You don't want me to tell you I love you

Fine

The sun looks for the moon everyday,

The same way I look for you.

~~~

You don't want me to tell you I need you

Fine

What is gravity without something falling for it,

The same way your hands need mine.

~~~

You don't want to tell me you love me

Fine

Your eyes tell me of a world where you only exist for me.

~~~

You don't want to tell me you need me

Fine

Your kiss has been a portal you've been fighting to get through everyday.

~~~

You say you'd be ok if I left

Fine

Your hug is always a slow fight trying to crawl inside my chest.

~~~

You're right, your words are an insecure bravado

Fine

Your eyes, your kiss, your hug, already sing to my spirit.

To Defy

 I will not give you a cup of water

I will drown you in my ocean

I will not lift your sails

I will fly you to another galaxy

I will not be a ray of sunshine

I will make you reappear in the center of the sun

I will not touch you

I will swallow you whole

I will not make you feel good

I will make your body explode like a falling star

I will not hold your hand

I will hold your heart

I will not catch you

You will be cradled in my love

I will not look into your eyes

I will search your soul, and find you

I will not talk to you

Our souls use another language

I will not leave you

I exist in the past, the present, the future, and after

You are mine

I will fight all the gods for you

After the Storm

 I swung, I swung again. I ducked, I rolled, I blocked, I jumped, I ran and swung again.  My shield broke in half a long time ago so I get hit with their claws and tails.  Their fire catches me sometimes. I jump, I swing.  Sometimes my sword finds them but they keep coming.  The air is thick with white smoke, it's windy, it's rainy.  Sometimes I slip and their demonic growl gets louder.  I'm tired, my arms are tired, my legs are tired, my soul is tired.  

Fighting your inner demons can immerse you away from life, but I didn't realize how I was losing time, losing me.  On the outside I was just existing to the world.  They saw me talking, walking, smiling, working.  On the inside, I was in a desolate dark valley fighting my demons.  I don't know who was winning, I just...kept...going. Why keep fighting I thought sometimes, just give up, let them come and consume me and turn me into one of them.  That's what they want.  But why didn't I want that, they kept winning every  time, or, I let them win.  Did I secretly want what they wanted?  But why am I fighting them with everything inside me.  Why do I keep swinging?  What is it that I feel deep down that this...is.. not.. who... I... am. 

Then out of the blue, I see you, standing there. Your dark hair flowing in the smoke, standing peacefully, calmly.  You stretch your hand out to me and simply say "come".  I say I need to fight them off to make my way to you.  But you simply say, they fight me because I fight them. That moment spun my whole being around.  With an immediate trust overwhelming me, I look down at my arms, I drop the half broken shield and my tattered sword. The growls of my eternal demons, echoed away and stopped.  I look back up to you and your hand is still stretched out, and you say again, "come, I see you, I take you as you are."  My feet moved towards you before I even realized.  I wondered how you were in this same place as I am, then I realized, you were fighting your own demons too and you found out how to make them stop.

You showed me I don't need to fight my demons, and I don't need to let them win them either.  My depth was etched by them, my passion was burned in by them, my intensity was clawed in with every strike.  The beauty of who I am was from them. The same thing happened to you and you found me, because I was the only person who could ever see you too.  The beauty in us is recognized by the other on a frequency irrepeatable, signatured only for us.  You woke up before I did and you came and saved me, because I am for you and you are for me.  We needed to be broken, burnt and built this way.  This was part of how we were going to recognize each other, the only way.  This valley is now our home, our demons, play as pets. 

Eternal Battle

 She is fire, he is water.

She burns, he drowns.

She roars, he waves.

Powers unmatched.

They both are gateways to something different.

Fully consumed in their elements, they get each other's depth and power.

... Infinite.

Their meeting was therefore inevitable.

Drawn to each other by a course of immense destruction and unrivalled beauty, 

The most powerful fire element, now meets the most powerful water element.

A battle for the ages.

The only witnesses, their hands, their lips, their skin

No one else will understand.

She boiled his oceans but only so much 

He doused her flames, but only a little

The went back and forth for centuries, neither seeming to win.

His depth was infinite, her flames  had no end.

What they could and did do, was dance, kiss, hold hands, lay on each other.

In each other, they found their match.

In each other they found something no else could ever understand.

This knowledge made them rage on even more,

Showing everyone else not to dare.

Only her flames took him out of his solitude

Only his seas could pull her in from her pain

In each other, they found each other.

This fusion of fire and water was an eternal reaction.

In that center where they touched, a violent reaction of erupting water and steam, which only they could contain, or so it looked from the outside.

But even in them, their bodies erupted, reacting to each other.

Their kiss was never enough.

Their interlocked fingers held each other's world

Their skin on each other's bewildered them to its familiarity,

despite their origins... despite it all.

They will forever engulf each other.

They will forever see forever in each other's eyes.

No matter what the world says.

This Is Not Love

 Comets bursting through our chests racing towards each other

This is not love

Our kiss is centuries old and touches the deepest ocean floor

This is not love

Only fools understand it, only the crazy see it

This is not love

I forgot how lived before I met you, and I can't go back.

This is not love

The home we never had, but knew we had to find.

This is not love

This world says no, your life says no.

This is not love

A craven crave, never quenched, no mater how hard I kiss you

This is not love

Always wanting you near, never wanting you to leave.

This is not love

How can my body feel like half a body ever since we touched

This is not love

Our start was a return, our return was just half the story

This is not love

Love starts, grows and at some point ends

This is not love

This is Comet fire, this is Comet Speed, this is Comet force

This is not love

If this is love, I loved you the day our eyes met and everyday since has been something bigger

This is not love

It has taken me and it has opened you.

This is not love

Only the cosmos and our kiss know what this is

This is not love

The Light Against Her Hair

Your love is fire, it burns me, but not my skin.

Your love is the ocean, it drowns me, but not my lungs.

Your love is a lifetime, I die and come back for more.

It happens... over and over and over again.

I'm chained to by the waist, my loins yearn for your body.

I'm chained by the hands, they want to hold your face.

I'm chained by the feet, I can't walk away.

The chains swing me into flames, 

They lower me into deep water, over and over.

The flames ignite me the way your skin does.

The oceans captivates me the way your kiss does.

I die and come back, starting and wanting it all over again. 

Lifetime after lifetime... in a day, a moment, a second.

Time does not know how to save me, she just watches.

Why did you do this to me, I can't love anyone else,

I won't love anyone else. 

You can't let me go and I can't tear away.

But the chains matter not because we're driven to each other.

We climb for each other, with bare hands and no rope, in the dark.

Our thoughts dance together in a hypnotic chant.

I sleep not, you live in my dreams calling me, telling me to touch you.

I'm blinded by your beauty, I cannot see anything more, than you.

I can't rip you out of me

At the same time I want you buried inside me.

Your skin is my home.

My chest is your refuge.

Our kiss tears centuries apart.

This is when I realize, the fire fuses us together.

The ocean is our air to breathe, a space meant for no one else.

Coming back from death is our defiance, not torture.

You are not my prison, this is what finally feels like.

How We Make The World Disappear

8:30 on a Monday night, we finally make it to Throggs Neck Bridge, and start to cross over.  I rented an upscaled SUV and we're just floating for the last 2 hours. Coming back to Long Island after a 3 day weekend away upstate. It reminded me of a plane almost done with its dissent, and you can start to see familiar lights down on the ground.  You're sunk down in the passenger seat with one knee up on the door and your left hand reached over clasped in mine. A/C and music on, with a light rain beating on the windscreen and dancing with the wipers. You're staring out the window and I'm glancing at you once in a while. You feel me looking, you know I'm looking, and I see your cheek raise up from smiling. We squeeze our clasped hands once in a while.  Our thumbs stroking the sides of each other's hands, because feeling each other's skin is life to us. We're never not touching. The familiar undulations of the sectioned bridge road adding movement to our bodies, singling our approach home.  But the world is still not yet invited in.  Our one chore will be grabbing our leather weekend bags from the back seat once we pull into the garage, which will remain unpacked for about 2 days, lol. We know we're coming home only to curl up in our bed, 2 hours in separate chairs is torture for us.  You'll be on my chest talking about what we liked on the trip, we'll giggle and kiss till we fall asleep fully embraced.

From Before

 She wore black, she didn't want anyone to see her.

Unseen, unheard, she didn't want anyone to be her.

Little did we know, she wore my skin.

Little did she know, she would be up, wondering where I've been.

The day she walked behind me trying to hide, 

She didn't know, she would be invited inside.

A flight took off, with her in it

She didn't know, she had a ticket.

All this time, all these years,

A seat with her name in my heart, 

to remove all her fears.

She loves to the bone,

A life unrequited, she now has a home.

Our skins touching, was more of a return.

Our kiss ignited, and will forever burn.

We were separated lifetimes ago,

But now we're here, and now we know.

It never worked with anyone, and this is why,

We were from before, and now it's time.

The world may never understand,

But it doesn't matter as long as you hold my hand.

No more cold nights, no more broken hearts,

We have reformed, and will never part.

Time failed, we won.

Crawl inside me and make us one.

It was never what I needed, it was what I missed,

And you returned to me the day we kissed.

The world can burn now.

Everyone can turn now.

We have each other and that's all that matters now.

Lay on me, curl in me,

We are home, now we're free.