#art

Those hands….

Those hands I felt through my finger tips tells me a few things…

It tells me your diligent hands will rule like the wisdom proverbs guides us

You seem like you take accord in all that you do…

It tells me you fix what’s broken,

The way you describe what you love to do tells me that your soul is felt everyday on this earth.

Seems like those same hands gently brings life to those who might be lost.

Maybe the way you wrap them around me tells me I could perhaps feel safe in them.

The way you gently bowed your head before you touched your food,

Excusing the world for roughly 10 seconds to give honor and respect to the same spirit we could perhaps be meant to search a greater depth for…

Maybe together.

Maybe so…

Until the universe show it’s true colors, I can only imagine those hands…

Your unique view of this world penetrates my own idiosyncrasies.

I want to turn you on with my own words but they seem to be lost somewhere.

Nervousness took heed because I knew what was right in front of me.

Those ubiquitous hands knowing worldly things and me wanting to so desperately hold them.

Loving a Gemini

I just made love to a Gemini.
The same side where he showed the most affection and assist me to where my inhabitants were.
And I came the same time the rising sun was placed into the sky.
I just made love to the same face of a Gemini that found where my sweet spot was,
The same side that took time to find what made my soul tick,
He looked me in my eyes and told me it was ok to feel free.

After it was all said and done, he gently laid on my chest.
As if it felt like I had a leg up on all the rest,
His one hundredth and one.
But then he put his clothes on and asked me if he should lock the door behind him.
That’s when I knew this was another side I should of coached myself to.
He’ll be looking in his rear view mirror to see if there is any residue of the love we have just ensued,
And go home and hug his wife under the covers like he was never mine.
In the meantime he has me and her crying and dying simultaneously for his time.
Not knowing we both want the same thing, we carry on this lie.
Lying to ourselves that the next time it will be different,
Knowing fully well that this is what we have accepted.
Only difference is she is his.
I am no ones.
I come alone even if he is in me, so there’s no innate intimacy.
Because I just made love to a Gemini.
The same guy that has two sides,
The same guy that continually makes my heart ache for him,
So I will sit in this room and hope he hears my cries.

:: hanging on your words

I see these endless possibilities,
yet I have dedicated my life to giving you unconditional second chances.

And I was confident in staying in my place because you have taught me well.

Your ambiguous love had no specific meaning.

Your common speech held common ground.

Unfortunately your commas between your common words never held any sound.

You’re desired to be my completed thought but you didn’t believe in punctuation.

So your sophistication was just infiltration.

And I’m still hanging on to every word you used for me.

I’ll never be the same.

Never knew I can be so indebted to this pain eating away at the place I’m hiding.
I’m slipping away so quietly no one knows I’m walking around here dying.
I thought I knew better, but I ended up not knowing I was in love.
But you never know what you got until it’s gone and I’m left sighing.

Erroneous gasps of breaths I take looking up at our moon.
Reminiscing how it once was ours knowing we were flying there soon.
Seeing was believing and It was felt through our elongated hugs.
Lying here with your wings on my back feeling like a crazy fool.

How didn’t I not believe in us?
How could I have so little trust?
You were my knight in shinny armor and preceptor,
And I was the one you saw as the light even when it was dusk.

I’ll never be the same.

Trees are falling

The trees are falling just as I saw myself deep into your branches of lies.

Your love is made for the meek.

And I was seeking for help not knowing I was passing by a mirror.

But how could I ever give up when the soul was felt through these sun setting eye glasses you made me wear?

The moon is rising and the trees are falling.