...as long as there's tomorrow

Voices roaring somewhere in the forests of the brain, recounting to me stories of presence that should be erased only in the wealth of my melancholy. A lost apple of my eye who needs to return and fit in this flesh, to complete my youth yet again, only to prove me wrong…

And this soul burns in epic flames, asking for beauty when there are no fears around. A familiar touch of lips offering fresh air, power to restore lost faith in desolate grounds. Renewed look protected safe and secure in the high keep of the moans from the past, times where everything else was fading into nonsense, everything but the two of us. A cry to be saved from the nothing I’ve become, meaningless as the thought itself…

This dreamer knows when a dream is over, forevermore… as long as there’s tomorrow, hopes belong to someone else. Looking deep inside this wrinkled heart, I know only too well… there’s no desire, nor drive or any remnant of a feeling left behind… at least not for you…

I call her love!

Silent expression on the face, tender smile uncovering everything, revealing what lies beneath this skin – pleasing satisfaction wrapped only in itself. The soul has drifted away from charms of beauty, feeling, craving, loving… she wants to escape from the body, and be forever hers. For this soul knows only too well, there is only one lighthouse showing the path home from that treacherous sea out there, only one secret port made for a single soul that’s no longer mine. And there she is, bringing me the lot, giving me a new name… I call her love! 

A full discovery of a thought, this life is governed only by coincidence.

The glue keeping me together

Constant uplifting sensations beneath the skin… shivers, trembles, shakes, quakes… it’s obvious that something’s cooking inside, reaching high point – screaming to get out. What a thrill, leaving me in symptoms – breathless!

A full rediscovery of feelings, new and fairer meaning of the phrase “hot as hell”; and in its totality of splendor, I succumb and let myself go with that flow. In the entire district of myself, I stand on the rise, eagerly on alert to hear the sound of the gun, so that I can start my furious sprint. 

There, in that run, when the speed takes hold of me, when I reach the limits of the body, when muscles should tear apart in spasms and bones break like they’re nothing – I don’t fall apart, because the only glue keeping me together is that woman… so, I run faster!

Counting time

I can draw you in my desires, lying naked side by side. The breath you take coming from me, so I allow. My infernal intention is not control over you, but in this polluted mind of mine I need to twist and twirl you, any way I see fit, body and soul. And you deliberately allow, and take me in. I know that you’re mine, I foretold it in my dreams, I see it with my eyes, I feel it in my bones – me, the sultan of you;)

This morning, like any other morning, is born on your skin, tender within tender as it is. Your heart, the clock of my world, so I start to count time;) 

And my world and this heart of mine are hardly mine anymore, this skin I live in does no longer belong to me… it’s all yours, my woman for thousands of lives to come, undisputed sovereign of my everything… everything, I mean everything is yours, until the very last drop;)

Pi

Here on the hot asphalt of the city, I boil in my turmoil. Those times when I’ve set myself on fire, and even now this soul is still in flames. Count zero, wondering the industrial wasteland daydreaming to reroute the connections to the motherboard of the soul, searching in craving to find elements to rebuild those burned circuits, damage so profound on so many different levels. I didn’t think I have any levels:) 

All of this creating peculiar dynamic in a spiral of life, an open system of clinical madness where everything is chaotically intermixed and it should stay that way, because this soul doesn’t need any peace at the moment, she needs… well, you know, dirty and messy;)

Love, again

So many feelings felt, so many spoken words, all those overwhelming smiles... and only one look, only one you, and one me.

In this heat of life, in our beauties of youth… light in the soul, grace in a word, compassion in a scent, and forgiveness of the woman – love from the woman.

And I no longer remain drunk from a white lake of tears in empty hunger for happiness, there’s no more defacing pain snatching the blue out of these eyes, that deep despair in dreams is gone, no more mute cramps in the heart...

I adore your eyes, the way they see, and I… I turn into you ;)

Forevermore

Regardless of the origin, my nonselective nature accepts memories; ticklish sensations twisting me untidily even more with everything and anything, in everything and anything. Wireless connections unraveling true human nature, vivid in its totality, wild and free. In these eyes, rainbow is made out of anything, and colors were never exiled from this soul. So I love, forevermore…

Because in this youth, right now, impatience and curiosity truly are an asset… they drive fast in an even louder groove. Burning, because I can…

In here the tide is always high, and that stormy sea out there is beckoning. So, you see… I am welcome!

Smile, yours and mine;)

Natural order of things is irreversibly altered through implementation of alchemy, by transforming rust and inertial forces of time into life… life, finding its path from the breathless bottom all the way up to the breathless surface and into the heights. An everlasting sinusoid of breathtaking paradoxes, all of the bottoms and heights of oneself… inexorably splendid and marvelous by design, in their own strange ways.

And the smile always remains, as an end and beginning of things… smile, overt as it is, a doorway to our breathless souls… a soul irreversibly seduced by twisted witchcraft of the dark arts, and another thrilled by the enchantment of what can be only described as divine and pure. Corruption and innocence, creating the cupola of us, yours and mine…

The contradictions of this synergy of ours, angelic substance against an occult spirit… this moment, vast only in ecstasy, as it is… still ours, yours and mine;)