When everything had been emptied, either lost or thrown away And there was just the vacuum of space and time I moved through this like a visitor Nothing allowed to sink in to deep anymore Hardened inside Anything let in would get sucked into oblivion floating in space orbiting a remembered reality was that really reality, did that really happen, was that real? Hermetically sealed air tight astronaut suit surface onion skin layers separating these inner thoughts....these inner thoughts me, my world and dreams my wants and needs hopes and scenes memories dormant but alive when a sensory stimulus a scent the warm sky and wind with a hint of chill that blows in early autumn that light the autumn light color of light golden light the end of summer end of innocence light touch trying to remember the last time we touched oceans away waves roll in my thoughts when one of these five senses reaches through the layers and I remember everything The need to find the right words that secret combination to unlock the feelings inside Why do you hide you loved me once what happened you used to be alright no coherence Just the same always the same unsettled uneasy anxiety of not being real not really me an astronaut suit a vacuum inside sealed let me in let me out I remember everything
Unfinished
You held my hand and told me you were wet When I told you I was hard You told me to tell you to come to school without wearing underwear under your dress but there is no way you only wanted this physical act the sex the words whispered in the dark in French and I asked what you said, and you said, You really want me I did. I do. I will. Our shapes, our sex, in a dim blue light. When I held a book in the dark and you took my hands, holding the book, and opened it, and it became a light. We made love. If hope can grow from dirt like me It can be done. No, it wasn't that, the sex act, or only that, unfinished. I don't believe Not for me at least. You told me how bad you would feel about your in-laws Betraying the extended family, parents, siblings, not just the children in your own home I said I know what you mean. We were as close as we... Well, I can only speak for me... As close as I'll ever be to that other side. A parallel life. All the life we could have had. It was in our hands. That's quite a thought to have.
Unfinished
There were jars of thoughts and yogi tea bag messages and post-it notes and a wink across the patio and a bridge and books and books of poems and poems of words and songs acoustic guitar songs and a supermarket parking lot that rainy day and in jeans and the miracle meeting in the desigual dress with the blue bra with a bow peaking out in a mango shop in Bon Aire the day of the miracle meeting which was seriously truly a miracle and a sign from the gods and we knew it and felt it in those long looks long after over green teas and ham sandwiches and stolen book book days and you didn't want to get your hair wet and wore a dress in the sea and we lay down in the park by a tree, to see how it would be, to be horizontal, that day I gave you a little book called The Kiss and we did... I remember it all and always will be and it was real and will never happen again, for me, at least, but you, you, I thought I knew you, but you I cannot judge, and you, you thought you knew me, whispering underneath your breath, shake your head, and pretend you didn't read this, ignoring feelings and wishing I would stop feeling
Unfinished
Let it go let it pass let it bleed The deepest part of me Unblock this misery Act deaf and blind But you can't hide from your mind Memories of lies To reach this desire In your eyes The desire Arms and legs Twisted and twirling Touching Toungues The connection Of the gods And only our own souls Our own lonely souls Shared Selfishly helplessly Beyond desire And into the fire Of futures burning Yearning For you Who was one Of two, too I wasn't alone In this Though you seem to wish It true It can never be Always the memory No matter how lonely This only soul Knows this is true Knows this will always be
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