I wrote this near the end of May, but haven't posted it yet. Instead of posting it so far back, i will just leave it at this date.

I am only sharing this because i have held it back for too long. it is not done, at it does no justice to the way this day really went.

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Literacy can only go so far,
Before hands and these eyes
Take over all talk--And actions scream out-
Well, if a picture contains
At least one thousand words,
Then the time we spent will
Remain remarkably unheard.
You see the fiction and facts, they
Cannot mesh here-
It is as straight as any line will ever be.

Our encounter,
Second to last
Was not met withe
An adequate farewell.
Childish nervous hesitation-
Pervading--Swells of emotion smother-
But the haze never escaped the chest.
Our youth kindled the flame that ached to escape,
But has now tasted fuel,
After this day fully commenced.

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Sarcastic contradiction fills the air, humorous,
As wonder fills the mind,
Where will these wandering feet go?
Brought down to the grave yard,
transformed to a playground-
Scrapes on blue of concrete and glass,
Tightly knit webs unable to contain certain heights,
The will of burgeoning hearts.
There was no faking sense of fate or amazement.
Genuine uniformity prevailed.

I find you charming,
A beautiful flower with no equal.
Even when that retreat commenced-
The giants threaten to collapse under the stress of the-
Contrast.
White to black,
One horizon to the west, to the next;
but not this.
You are still blooming.
We must cover bleeding hearts,
As to prevent washing away of the momentum,
Carefully mended on this day.

***

Cilantro-
Leading the way to safety.
Race the storm.

Flee to here from rain-
Black fear covers up the sun.
I will sing to you,
Part your clouds and enter in-
Your ache in sky is now mine.

Pervaded the storm,
I now hold your heart so close,
Your comfort reaches,
Outwards; pull me into sea-
I thrive in such sweet clutches.

Forsake no longer,
Nestle so close for comfort-
Our bodies now mend;
Weary minds nearly one-
Safely bask in what has come.

Can you feel?
What we lay here in,
Is surreal.

Do you know,
If what we now feel,
Is sincere?

Believe it.
The lycan is here,
Singing fact.

***

If i kiss your mouth,
Will you melt withe me?
Extend those soft fingers,
Wreathe them withe mine.
Now is the time,
And the setting sun swells the horizon.
We are to our own bidding.
Your copper eyes glow--A lunar eclipse,
And your figure is in deep silhouette-
Savored now in my mind for many years to come.
I cannot get enough of that cunning,
Sly grin.
Take in that precious lust-
Breathe it in as deep as air,
It will commence and strain the lungs,
Overtake the bloodstream-
Divine prospects,
Proving what we have felt since the day we met-
About three weeks to date.
The score is settled now
Between two eager souls.

Hearts frantically skip beats,
And her breath becomes so heavy,
Blooming with unspeakable desire-
I cannot even feel anymore,
So warm!
I am a forge working a jewel!
Oh, but what a fool I am,
To work such unreachable depths;
So deep is her will,
I may never go back to my previous life.
I am pulled in,
Deeper now-
Frightfully content.

Under the surface i can now feel,
It is a pearl,
It blinds my sight.
So smooth and so crisp,
And my skin is clenched-
The grip of clammy hands will not let go.
Please! Never let go! Although,
I must leave these depths,
for now,
Surface comfort will have to suffice.

I shudder at your expense.
I would have given you my entire world,
Had the time been right.
But never let go of this:
That comfort, those dreams...
The everlasting desire to hold you so close.
Out of all honesty,
It felt as if you needed it,
Much more than I.
Your ache was contained for far too long.
Just please remember,
Dear,
I may one day need your arms,
A fine shoulder and chest, then
A precious kiss to seal the wounds,
To heal this patched up heart.

How strange i find your presence,
That transcendent sensation of comfort.
How I long for all you have.
Naturally forthcoming,
There is a delightful connection-
Not quite visible,
But i can taste it in your mouth.
For now,
We must remember the hardest part
Is not saying goodbye,
But it is letting go.
But only,
For now.

Excerpts

The following are simply excerpts from a larger piece i am writing. I am terribly sorry I am not posting it as i go, it feels wrong without it being complete. The things i write on the side will still be posted on the blog here. I don't want anybody to think i have stopped, because it is quite opposite of that.

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Riveting this pale sense of endearment is the sum of choices that make it all possible today. Cherish your and my expedients, mother dear. I hope, still as an eager child will forever wait, that the world thanks you for bothe your insanity and imminent grasp of reality. Perhaps, with the best of aspirations, we will bothe turn up and correlate on great and influential paths.

However, lucrative thoughts always set in concerning, the above all desire for, comfort. This burning passion turns hope to ash, and never leaving my foresight, the winds carry it all just out of reach. And what of when i do get that comfort? I meet it merely to push it away! I am never happy with what i have, and for this, i curse our selfish ambitions for eternity!

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The silky sheen of white drips through the window shades, carefully adjusted to perspire very little of each image; inside and out, to the other, and back again. Despite, Artemis can always manage to fix Apollo's gaze to where she pleases. Her hands are suddenly wreathing through the small slits in the window shade, Apollo guiding the way, to grab a desperate hold on the first vulnerable target. I squeal with delight--Oh, how i have been waiting for this moment on this hapless night! I step forward, fall to my unbearably weak knees, and crawl to her presence. I let those fair knuckled and slender fingers wrap around my neck. Artemis begins to wring my flesh as i choke on a curse, blaming my mortal persistence for staying grounded for far too long.

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I believe that the time for us has come; the stars have lined up in such a way for this recent past. Our lives have fallen apart, in substantially different ways, to enhance our ambitious aspirations for fresh starts in the world. This is our grand opportunity to reach out and to take back what should have been ours so long ago. Like mentioned before, it is inevitable that our paths will cross again, and we will soar--together, for a time.

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It may be shocking to some of you who are close to me what some of this is about. Others, it will not surprise at all, but will still be very informative as far as intimate and abstract details are concerned. I do not know when this piece will be done, but it is in the works. personal prose and poetry.

Drifting homes have plenty of places to go, and i rest with only what is on my back. At some points i sincerely doubted that this was going to happen. Eventually one finds a place they fit in, and food and shelter will come naturally.

The tactics and vices employed by certain figures are not enough to stop the heart from enacting what is necessary to survive; maintaining sanity and a sense of nutrition. We are a force to be reckoned with.

This summer has become much more planned out that anticipated, but i am happy with the work that i will be doing. Ultimately i am not the kind of person that can lazily lull around and mooch, so i will work for my necessities, but not in a conventional sense. This is about mutual aide and community.