the universe broke open an
arrangement, a melody that sings
to the stars every night
and leaves us begging
lay our bodies down
and lift us up in our
nakedness.
but she,
left me bleeding
with progressive rhythm
and subtle taste of
her intergalactic lips
to die.
i heard the melody that night
for the very first time.
and parked her car
outside the city limits.
hung her muggy smile
along the dapper greens.
placed her bets on the naked
men shocked with the scenes.
sunk deep within the
core of the sidewalks.
while she swept your warmth
out with her crisp talks.
the winter came in today
but so did you.
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?
Thank you for reading my madness.
I never expected
so many of you to read,
it is just madness
after all,
but that’s okay,
we are all a little mad and a bit crazy.
And I’ve always liked the mad ones
– for we are the ones who talk in riddles and smile when we do,
for we know the world makes more sense to us that way –
so, if you’re reading this somewhere in the world,
smiling,
I do hope that one day we meet.
And when we do,
let’s decide that no matter
where we are in the world,
we will find a place to light a fire,
on a beach,
or somewhere in the woods
where you can still see the stars
– and we will get cheap drinks,
the cheaper the better,
and we will play old tunes,
and laugh about the world –
and as the sun comes up
we will run,
naked,
as the stars call us back,
their children,
their mad children coming home.
let’s agree to that
and I hope
to see you soon.
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