I woke up to the
heavy moans
to the lights red
as wine.
she took a deep breath
under my ear
guided my hands
to the price
and told me with her hazel eyes
Love, let me make you alright.
sure as hell
she wasn’t lying
she became the moment
and the moment was mine.
“Say my name”
and all I could say was a smile
dammit, I forgot it again
let’s just call you Hyde
for this little while.
the familiar jazz
of lips, and hands
held tight. we sway
through this theme as
the stolen light
of this night.
falling apart like
sky, do not apologize
for change, you are
nature without
curtains.
in the face of naked
you hide your pieces
but your truth is
softer when we
winter.
like every line we
color, we can hear
each other’s song
and hold, the way
fingers grip a match
till it gasps into the dark
and they can hold the
flame
no long.
gritty way
in dark
alleyways
feet tapping
hands clashing
eyes enticing,
and night
splashing.
the end.
she was once in love
with the devil, dancing
with him in the pale moonlight.
i saw her lips
pressed against her knees
as the moonlight reflected
off her, searching for
an escape in her
distant gaze.
she shone like a raw diamond
through her cracks.
her eyes carried the stars
and gentle scars,
a chaos of dreams,
hopes, and her past.
lust was reduced to the
melting wax, as
slowly, but surely,
she became soulmates with
the lies.
she was once in love,
she said.
she shouldn’t have lied
to herself.
take my hand
and lead me to
the floor
let’s hold each other
and move along
as the rhythm goes,
as the music like
the southwesterly breeze
flows.
we can sway
our feet
while your hazel eyes
sing the song
of this cold snap night
let’s just have
fun, we don’t
have to take our clothes off
tonight.
We spent
so much time
chasing
the blinding lights
trying to live those
shiny dreams
trying to understand
and find love
through the shadows exposed
on the streets
through the strangers dancing
to our beats
in between
unknown bed sheets
that we let each other
slip through the
only moment
that was truly ours
somewhere in between
running from the past
and hoping
for a future together
in a way
that is
Ours.
If I die tomorrow
would you
miss me?
Would you miss
the dance of my naked footsteps
on the cold wooden floor
Would you miss
my voice
in your ears
Would you miss
getting lost
in my coffee pool eyes
Would you miss
my laugh
echoing through your heart
Will you miss
the way
the rise
and
the fall
of my chest quickens
when you’re near
Will you miss
how I tug
at your heart strings
with such ease
or how easily
you tug
at mine
Would you miss
the taste of spices
on my skin
from turning my empty house
into a home
whenever I cooked
for you
Would you miss
my Ying
to your Yang
Will there be
an empty space
in your heart
from all the times
I rested
my ear against you
to listen
to the song
that
your heart sings
Will there be
an empty space
in your heart
your heart
where you keep
a special place
for me
and
what about your mind?
Will it be
the same
when I’m gone
or
Will you always
remember the nights
we spent
talking about
our true selves
and
how we’ll
take over the
world
and
dreamed about
having skinny feet
together
Will you remember
That
your eyes
are
my favorite color
That
your “hello”
is
my favorite sound
That
your warmth
is
my favorite feeling
Will you miss
me
the way
I already miss you?
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