In my dreams I'm loved by you. We live by the ocean in a watercolor painting of longing and desire, where every morning we awaken together, lovers greeted by the warm sun on our faces, our bodies intertwined under light sheets and light sighs. You kiss my lashes and trace my back with your fingertips as outside our window the sun's rays tickle the sand and silently caress the waves meeting the shore. The sky is a mellow orange glow, and I memorize every line by your eyes as you tell me a story with no words, and your fingers gently turn the pages. I surrender to your silence and whisper to your lips that I am whoever you want me to be, heroine, damsel in distress, penniless maidservant, but please, I beg of you, don't finish the story. Every dream is the same, and when you reach the final punctuation mark the watercolors melt off the canvas, the sun blows out like a candle, and our flame, your love for me, is nothing but thin smoke fizzling into reality.
3.30.10
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Sicily
I feel a shadow pass over me, and my heart flutter. His balancing act breaks the equilibrium of my insides. Like a block of ice shattering at the mercy of a mallot. He walks the length of the elevated wall in his smudgy white sneakers. Dim street lamps electrify his face.
"This is madness!" he shouts at me, arms outstretched at his sides like an imitation airplane. "Let's just go!" he exclaims, his eyes shut tight, looking up to God and Heaven, or whatever is up there, letting the night air assault his face. "Let's run away together!"
Where have you taken me? I whisper to him from the other side of the world.
Your breath is quick and hot, I can feel you breathing on my face. You're panting and everything around us is fuzzy and sweaty, like static...and into me you exhale your life, and from under you I close my eyes. I'm suffocated by your being, by everything about you, drowning in dreams of who you are. I must be soaring as you're fading, and through your window in the cold,
There you are.
Of course. It always finishes just like this. The rain lightly paints the pavement, the sheets are smeared with your fluids, the smoke in your eyes fizzles away. A gray haze of nicotine caresses your cheeks. It's a phantom cloud. A ghost just like her. You've quit smoking yesterday.
Colors have disappeared. Real colors. Bright reds and turquoise blues. Everything is muted. I can see you. I can feel you. You touch me in places where others have only put their hands. I can taste you all over me...you're everywhere.
You aren't real
But with you I can feel something. You have such warmth in your eyes. Even through a picture. Sea foam greens and a speckle of punctured desire. I don't have to pretend you are anything else because you are you,
and because you just are.
10.28.08
"This is madness!" he shouts at me, arms outstretched at his sides like an imitation airplane. "Let's just go!" he exclaims, his eyes shut tight, looking up to God and Heaven, or whatever is up there, letting the night air assault his face. "Let's run away together!"
Where have you taken me? I whisper to him from the other side of the world.
Your breath is quick and hot, I can feel you breathing on my face. You're panting and everything around us is fuzzy and sweaty, like static...and into me you exhale your life, and from under you I close my eyes. I'm suffocated by your being, by everything about you, drowning in dreams of who you are. I must be soaring as you're fading, and through your window in the cold,
There you are.
Of course. It always finishes just like this. The rain lightly paints the pavement, the sheets are smeared with your fluids, the smoke in your eyes fizzles away. A gray haze of nicotine caresses your cheeks. It's a phantom cloud. A ghost just like her. You've quit smoking yesterday.
Colors have disappeared. Real colors. Bright reds and turquoise blues. Everything is muted. I can see you. I can feel you. You touch me in places where others have only put their hands. I can taste you all over me...you're everywhere.
You aren't real
But with you I can feel something. You have such warmth in your eyes. Even through a picture. Sea foam greens and a speckle of punctured desire. I don't have to pretend you are anything else because you are you,
and because you just are.
10.28.08
Street Lights
Unexpected moments
Of light and sound
Make a heaven to my eyes
As I watch you
Colliding into me.
Your hands are dancing
Vibrations in your voice
Caress the air
Make love to the strings
and soothe your mind
Like a prayer only you can hear.
Skip through my soul
Like a pebble meeting a stream
Ripple into infinity
Like the softness of your touch
And the warmth in your skin.
Under the city street lights
For a second, we can stop time
If you brush your lips against mine
And look into my eyes
I will put you at ease
Like the beauty of a waterfall
I will breathe in your life.
5.6.06
Of light and sound
Make a heaven to my eyes
As I watch you
Colliding into me.
Your hands are dancing
Vibrations in your voice
Caress the air
Make love to the strings
and soothe your mind
Like a prayer only you can hear.
Skip through my soul
Like a pebble meeting a stream
Ripple into infinity
Like the softness of your touch
And the warmth in your skin.
Under the city street lights
For a second, we can stop time
If you brush your lips against mine
And look into my eyes
I will put you at ease
Like the beauty of a waterfall
I will breathe in your life.
5.6.06
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