When I breathe what you breathe

With a freshness of a mountain spring I quiver finding the path to my secret sea. In this everlasting breakthrough against elements of nature, my fireplace is closer and closer, and all those worlds beyond…

Suns extinguished so that new ones could be created from ancient sparks, lives passed by only to feel another rebirth… but the dreams for the woman never appeased, they roared fiercely in the depths of my untamed core, forevermore.

The ember was inflaming when the thrill of the hunt gained only in strength. In that ancient struggle, identical for every new generation, whispers echoed on the inside that I’m getting closer and closer in my search for my female equivalent.

And here comes this dream for a smile that returns all specters of light in my eyes. This look which awakens shady reveries from the past. A touch that restructures my build in a calm embrace, as a port offering home for all my wrecks of ships… when her kiss renews all freedoms of my soul.

And I’m recreated there, skin on skin, from centres of the brain all the way until edges of my fingertips. This electric current hurling through my cell structure carries her name, so that this skin I live in is her undoubted dominion, undenied.

In this most desired comfort, when I breathe what she breathes, I’m happy at last… only because she sleeps there with me:*

One World

We’ve developed incredible capability to influence space and time, change them in a shape according to our desires and dreams; imagination achieves true form. This product of our untamed curiosity fills the void which exists between the thought and the soul, in an age when every one of us is an alchemist. In that vast distance, in that space under the skin, there we exist. And our home becomes all, undreamed, undenied… the planet.

The gene pool is growing benevolently in the mystery inside the depths of our timeless conscience. In that microcosmos of ourselves where everyone is a galaxy of its own, our potential lies limitless in the probabilities of the possible outcomes of the future; and this possibility of hope must give us strength to strive toward endeavors promising enrichment both of the self and the totality of all. Here, on our blue marble we exist beyond count, and for this reason, our society should mirror happiness, unity and plenty.

The old ways are gone, they’re history taught in schools to the offspring. A cruel remembrance of who we used to be, threat with exclamation as a warning of the beast within. An entire niche of questions haunting our existence, carrying only bitterness in the spaces beneath the skin, suppressing our sentient selves on the margins of human opportunities; all of this is but a cast into exile. There is nothing eroding the spirit anymore, nothing that makes us float in the chaos of our heads, turning us against each other.

One world, ours… a jewel fantastic as it is.

Nameless, undenied

In the dark of this short summer night lights are nowhere to be found, contours of the bodies are no more, so I accept to be guided only by your fragrances… I don’t need my eyes to see you, I need to feel you. You’re somewhere near, trying to catch a breather. Somehow you manage to put a soft satisfying moan every time you exhale. Seductive fragrances and most darling noises, that’s the making of the beauty in your youth…

In the black of this night lying right by your side, thoughts are expelled into some unknown region beyond my reach. I can only feel…

You provoke goose bumps on the soul tissue, and I feel changes stirring freshness in those solitary depths where my build meets essence. Demolition of all deranged conditions earned in peril and hardship, blood and sweat; in all those years that were. And I forget my past, my breath and every single thing I thought I knew about the times to come. I even forget my name, resting in this comfort of our pleasure, nameless.

There is no ego, I am undenied…