I wish i may, i wish i might.

stages of metaphors for the people who were cared for.

so you know my line of sight is reflected by the asphalt as i drag my tired legs through the darkened morning light. i mouth esoteric meaning, as my mind struggles to hold in more superfluous thought. more dazed evenings and more confused connections and more and more and more and more and i want to bite the flesh of uncertainty, and cry simultaneously, worrying and worrying and worrying, infinitely.

for the times i hoped to say and for the times i let my mind play and for the times i wished i might, i wished i may, and for the times in my bed staring into the words of tears as i lay. dissipating. now you think you're putting up with me and you think i can tolerate thee? yes it is true. i am your ornament, the venom in your addiction. it is true. now you have grown confident no? you write to me and i read out aloud.

i reap when you are bold.
i weep when you fold.

take me away my love. this humiliation i can no longer endure. take me away and dispose of your mask that hides the ugliness that i have evolved into. your condemned concoction. a memory alike, i will fade into the hole you have exquisitely measured for me. i will.

i promise only flowers will grow in your backyard.

Tnemom

In a morning, as you adorned raiment,
my hollows filled you.

In a morning, one moment,
the breeze discomforted you.

In a morning, in atonement,
you pleased the inner fool.

In a morning, in contentment,
you accepted your choice without further ado.

and i accept you.

Wisp away.

such a sad tune it plays in my head. swimming amongst countless thoughts of nothingness, lighting up the way when it enters my mind simulating a mist that washes over my eyes as i stare holes into the wispy air that floats by. mocking my heightened state of mind that counts as a war just north of the eyebrows. the cold grill of this window to oblivion provides rest for my tired neck while i watch the time and rain drip away.

waste away.

so much rain. and yet i feel nothing. no wash over. no comfort by the melancholy. beyond my reach it continues to fall again and again. yet i stare more, in wonder. am i like the wind? everywhere yet nowhere? does the wind, so majestically braving the rain, get drenched in its moisture? is the wind as privileged as i think it is?

does it feel?

cold breezes grazes my eyelashes and then i feel its mockery and venom fills my veins while the guitar strums melodiously, yet monotonously, in my ears. so lonely it is to be me. and the wind. you tried to grasp me, but i escaped through the holes present in your heart. there was never any tolerance to fit me, and yet you still tried to calm my nerves in a dead of night one momentous day. but really, did you really try hard enough?

i am the wind.

you need not tread carefully. you need not fear me. but you forgot. you let slip from your mind that you should never try to enclose the wind in your palms. you let slip from your mind that you should not lead with your eyes open on a windy day for tears may be. you let slip from your mind that you should not constrict your hair and miss the serenity the wind will caress into your senses.

open your palms and feel me.
close your eyes and think of me.
let your hair loose and love me.

"yo no me quedo"

you let me die.

Kiss and tell.

watch me watch those lips open and close and open and close, and i hear naught. yet they glisten a dark amaranth in the dimmed lights from the candles as they dance to the song that can be overheard entwined with the air that lingers into the midnight. watch me watch those lips as i lick them with my traveling eyes where imagination is almost redundant.

watch me.

watch me watch the pools of ebony that make up your eyes, illuminated in a glow every time your curvy eyelashes reveal them to me. their vision set on me urging me, leading me, enticing me, promising me more than the light in them that teases me. i have only seen red roses my love, but tease me not with two black and white ones.

tease me.

watch me watch the luscious hair that seem to caress you, teaching me the right way as you tilt your head slightly to sip golden champagne. flowing down one side of your face hiding cheeks that turn rosy red when they catch my eyes. silken hair just touching your shoulders fall back and reveal to me where my hands should be, stroking your chocolate skin to the back of your neck.

move me.

and then she steps out of her table.
graceful steps one and two.
she's been asked to dance.
she's been asked to move.

she would rather be in my hands. overlooking her shoulder at each opportunity, to see if my eyes have not betrayed her. the red dress flicking at her beautiful shoes. beautiful red prada shoes. i know. i chose them so carefully, to fit this persona. this entity of grace and elegance. this woman. her. she. mine.

won't you come to me?

i stand and move. one steps two. i stop at a pillar and lean against, to watch. watch me watch you, woman. watch me watch you, envying the sides of the silken thread that make up your dress, privileged to dance along with those hips. she looks at me and is careful to hide her eyes from pleading. watch me watch you get frustrated.

gently now.

frustrated by more patience, she loosens her grip on the shoulder and one step two. grabs my black vest by its side and pulls me toward her chest. she glares at me, and rips off her long red gloves and flicks her wrists for me to see it float down to my feet. to feel. to feel my neck. to feel my heat for her. she smells my neck and sighs as fingers entwine and one step two, she leads.

kiss me.

breathless. ever so lightly she licks my neck and nibbles it. look at me. look at my eyes. look at my pulsating chest. kiss me. kiss me you fool, she glimpses. i smile. i know what you want. you know what you want. i want you. and i want you. you fool she says. you don't need me.

you have me.

step. step step. step.

this you i always think of, can be distracting sometimes.
most times.
all times.


step. step step. step.

yes my love, in the red chiffon dress.
my hands sway with the movement of your hips.
nibble my cheek, and squeeze your grip on my vest.
the lure emanating from your luscious lips.

perfore el corazón.

caressing the tip of your nose on mine
lick my neck with your prurient eyes
your fingers arousing the shivers in my spine
your heartbeat tells no lies

béseme.

turn and turn and make me yearn
fall and fall and make me call
smile and smile and make me sigh
kiss and kiss and make me miss

you, when you leave me, hand trailing behind into mine.