Category: Lust

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ellipses

ellipses

ellipses fluttering like eyelids

      lilted 

words a breeze

skipping beats til letters meet

poetic fingers scrawlin’ w/o      license 

trafficjam      clustered

      fuck 

tickle me right

there 

just my frontal lobe      don’t

write?                  

write 

won’t penalize haste

momentum done gone

      gone      done

drag me along the screen      ellipses 

seams bent  

words pour

      soul soar    

straddlin’ euphoria in the stratosphere

      starsburst

love w/o a label

     

                    

                  

                

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moonglow

dear ——,

i been in chicago a week now. away from you too long. sleeping alone don’t feel like a possibility so i gaze at the pillow beside mine with hopes your beautiful bed of curls blankets it, entraps my mind. let me lose myself between them, let your charm tickle my soul for a second or two before reality nestles beside and rattles me awake. jetlag.

wish the jet lagged behind last week, leaving us perpetually tongue tied. perpetually in love with you, my tongue is a knot i choke on regularly. flustered. not sure what to say after the sun sets, what to do. unable to escape through dreams cause they consist of you.

someone told me fretting sunset i’d miss the moonglow. told em fretting sunset i’d miss the day grow. can’t spend em all with you but i’m convinced tomorrow’s the one we’ll wake together, skin glazed by the heat of our dreams. i find myself in a state of endless perspiration thinking of you. hope you experience the same. probably believe it unbecoming but, —–, mi amor, ain’t nothing more beautiful than a soul set ablaze. left in a craze dazed.

except maybe you. it’s true. mi amor, only you.

yours,

randy

—- redacted.

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Dear —–,

—–. —–. i repeat your name to remind myself what we have ain’t a dream. or maybe it is, manifest in splices of film i’ve crafted throughout the few hours of REM i manage nightly. a reel melted along the inner lining of my eyelids, magic birthing with every blink.

if i blink would you flutter away? —–, butterfly of my heart, tickle my arteries with the fine dust of your wings so i might be fine when they mend and cause you to drift astray. or closer. who knows what´s next? at our best, my mind´s a mess. thoughts of losing you cause my heart to fret.

but you make it smile like i did you that time whispers of beautiful journeyed the slopes of Oeste and spiraled throughout your tympanic membrane. wrinkles setting into the tiny gap between the base of your eyes, the peak of your cheeks. i wish i could nestle myself into them and wait for you to uplift me whenever the world betrays its beauty, watch beams pass through your eyes whenever she shares her light. share yours and i´ll share mine. sensitive to excess radiance, i can´t promise to halt precipitation.

—–. —–. i’ve been told what i speak into existence will come true, so i repeat your name with hopes you´ll find the encampment surrounding my aorta. protecting the flame you kindle in me. release a subtle breath against its embers and watch as the shadow of my soul frolics with yours into the endless night. —–, dance with me til the night don’t end. —–, cater my embers til the camp combusts into an array of fireworks, til our skin comes alight, til l— drowns out the twilight. -o–. how it burns for you. My –v- is true. My —e is you.

curls.

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her curls become sunset when she frolics into the shade and it frightens him. like penultimate Hemingway, he can’t stand to confront the inevitable pain that lies near.

is it over already? the beginning. gold fades to orange like an over-worn oxford. curls wrap her ear like a secret and release the tawny flecks of her irises to overwhelm surrounding skies. your eyes look like sunset.

grins chuckles slices of hand. can’t ignore it. ringlets of fire burn stroma pierce retina. grabs a spool and allows it to spiral his finger. proximity stings but he ignores it. tan and white. bronze & gold.

confusion > pain. four w’s and an h looping his mind like a first kiss. ensnaring it. pops would be ashamed to witness this were he present. never was. he’ll claim unaffected until metaphor becomes reality and the sun don’t set no more cause time will have dipped too. endless time. time endless.

don’t let time end this.

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Rooted

in a small Spanish plaza street lamps flush her skin bronze. yours mutes.

no time for questions. when eventually she attempts to move speak. into truth speak. don’t matter what. speak.

pause often occasionally break eye contact maybe even cry a little. let tears accumulate like dead skin cells clench your eyelids tight and shed the layers. turn your cheek toward the light and slightly downward. anticipate a flinch when photon meets tear. light exposes darkness.

she don’t budge. massages tears into flesh like cocoa butter. skin mirrors cocoa but her eyes dilute illusions. you drown in em. can’t swim so you drown. in her eyes, drown. wade through their currents until they swallow you and maybe her too. take her with you. capture the moment.

she’ll say something about your eyes mirroring glass. tell her you’re broken. she’ll insist you’re wrong but you can’t be. remain firm or she’ll dig and pull. uproot you. plant yourself there and hold her tightly.

she’ll wanna go to her place. don’t. say you like it here. at her place you’ll fuck or make love and everything will be clearer. your head your eyes your skin hers. you’ll place your hand on her thigh afterward to calm the trembling and watch as her light creeps between your fingers. kinda like now as she pulls you. struggle until she smiles your heart into paralysis. walking beyond the plaza her smile never fades. you made sure of it.

Forever Swimming (Collab Piece)

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Forever Swimming

skin warmed by sun’s mid afternoon kiss

sweat glossing me like dew

birds’ melodies creating an orchestra of spring

wind carrying messages of      you

senses on full alert trying to make each moment a memory

thrust my soul into every embrace so you won’t forget      me

together we’re lost in time the innocence      a dream

daily sins remind us what reality means

eventually the sun’ll set leaving a colorful mirage of       us in the skies

the moon will rise and pull the tides from       your eyes

drifting in ocean currents unknown

afraid to let our hearts be shown

conflicted by history defiant      we seek our own ground amidst the waves

allow the ballads to surf our hearts      leave us in a craze dazed

here we’ll last forever      forever distant forever connected      forever with each other

forever swimming in a love undercover.

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Crimson tears descended from your lips the day we met, seamlessly blending with the contents of your mug.

Would you like some, you asked.

I prefer mine with milk.

Blood is life’s milk, milk for the soul, you said pressing the mug to my lips. For a second–no, much briefer than that–I imagined it to be your lips, plump as fully ripened berries, trickling sweet nectar onto mine.

I placed my hand on the mug, tremulously inching my pinky toward yours. And what if you’ve already given me life, I asked.

Looking deeply into the chasm of my irises, you said: You’d have to have lived first. For yourself. You’d have to have lived for yourself.

I ain’t worth living for. Not today. Today, I only wanna to live for you.

Pulling the mug from my lips, you sipped the remainder of your coffee and walked out the cafe, into the rain. No goodbye. Your tears washed away by those of the sky. Your tears washed away by those of my eyes.