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Sound of your heart beat

smell of your skin

that touch of you lips

your fingertips

they used to be my lullaby

you know I'm a romantic

always crying far from reality

tears were never meant to be shed a worth

generously squandered

to the sea

was that the fragment we've anticipated to own?

I closed my eyes and tried to greet you

It was natural, it was predictable

but I cannot seem to forget what you always bring along with

it was natural, it was predictable

Gauge not, I cannot tell

what is this

how do I come to have you missed

Let us kiss

I'll send you to the sky

signed and sealed

laid under a granite

is a piece of paper

crinkled, torn and shrunk

after rain and shine


inhibitions set free, documented

forgive my opulence

my dreams are merely like yours

they shoot like a skylon, unknown to the unknown

know not of edges and curves

it is these moments that I am sensitive to reflections

shadows

illusions

are you my voice

sinking within the depths of soil

were you trying to talk to me

were you stealing me away

off the shelf?





I only wish that you do not loathe

you do not hate

of what I cup with my hands





undelivered 

light from the window pane

good morning

eyes wriggled under the lids

a gentle call from the morning sun, unmistakably 

an intersection of references

you were there

real, touchable

sitting on a wooden chair, on my right

you said something, something encouraging

you smiled, like the sun

and of course, backed by the generousity of his light, very much lucid

I can't tell if it was a dream; I drive them manual - usually

but I was happy to see you, it was... believable

if that is how you chose to pay me a visit

if that is how you have your deepest intentions conveyed

I got it, and it stays close to me

eyes wriggled under the lids

enveloped by warmth of a certain temperature

it was human, it was soft

it was the sun and you, maybe

without a doubt 

lake grandeur

Pressured put on both quads

knees bent slight

I played you in the mind 

you accessed to leave

just so I go few inches shorter

I smiled

the gentlest that I could remember of 

smooth like butter

this is how I will have you stored

first hand experience now transmuted via lens

it felt much better

to put yourself away from a solid presence 

and one day I can play you to life

it would be interesting to watch

it was nil but a mistake 

I'll see you at the other side

graceful rigor

I wasn't chasing

no, this is not a chasing game

already lopsided, yes, sensible -

but I can not fathom

then an equation formed, a reaction

inside, I was searching

searching for you

A consequence observed

our worlds written to part

sides overlap but never the whole, like egg whites

little things we hear about each other, without the intention

reaching out to you wasn't meant to be going against the odds

I was calling for you

that spurred a life, itself

I will be always left along those

perimeters you marked

cautious,

measuring outcomes

...I won't do you harm

can't you see?

there are no rules to play by

just what the gut says

what the heart says

and there, so much more to find out 

about you, and how you do it

say, how you fly without looking back

or how you like your bed to be made

as simple

can't you see?

a state of mind

you studied

you ought to know 

girl's in anguish

and you did it anyway

reminded me of an unpleasant stream

unnecessary to be stored

was it been budged from?

too occupied to find out

or maybe, far numb from it

used to it

no, rarely do you get to know

a freeman does all that he wants 

included the not-wants

you speak like you are always in control

tactfully, almost consistently

not that I'm not willing to perceive

it just made me wonder if we've ever had our interests overlapped

some moments recalled

hardly a sign of effort

no one had to act like it;

it just didn't matter

anything more that I ought to know?

possibly

is there always something behind what's observed?

possibly

I'd often dream of being a director but I'd never wish to fit 

my thoughts in your head

while the frequency fluctuates

wasn't my intention supposed to be in line with my conscious

then the subconscious?

in the evening

I washed my face

refreshed my memory of how you look like

covertly, dancing to myself

hoping that you'd not lament of getting older and chubbier

only if that applies

vivid coloured jersey

those eyes

you have her eyes

shaped like a crescent

hers strong and rich

yours laid deep in a blue myth

both effortlessly kindred

my mind wandered

they came together

how mystical


your picture must have been faded, in my head

when you let it flow, when it is required - it does

just as the others in life

maybe all that is present are merely symbolic

a form, an object, the tangibles

just as how I gazed at the thin paper stack before dawn

might as well wish you good night, watch your eyes close, then off the lights



those eyes

I remember

when they smile

they speak of a beautiful, graceful language



strange, I thought

strange for me to have that picked up

mid-air waltz

"she emerged from the thin air

like a feather from the sky

the bird had long returned to its nest

the feather, now,

resting on my palm




when he speaks within a two-way communication

it reminds me about you

was it about creating an image, an idea of how you'd paint

a picture of yourself

or just truly an embodiment of a direct translation

the same plane of a different angle, you said



when he speaks to himself, intrapersonally

it reminds me about myself

how a piece of tile fall onto another, and another

how a drop of dew could cause a ripple

how peculiar could one be expanded



how can we possibly manifest a being with our differences

is this how the posterior and the anterior coagulate?

it is a product of a craftsman, ultimately ——

standards and aesthetic values set aside

though I'd prefer a touch of distinction, or maybe distortion

which was observed in him, designed




she asked if she's weird

that class of a categorical approach

I said no but she was different

less than strange but more than what capitalism creates

that sort of shadow you came across arbitrarily

and of course, I only blurted no"







after writing, left pondered

seek and ye shall find

clear blue skies in the morn

as windows were pushed open

got myself in tact

direct, in contact

the smell of the woods

a mild fragrance of the trees

I bathe in you, refreshed by warmth

you were there with me, though a different dimension

we were within

the same share of existence



because I was encouraged

I've decided to show you some seeds

seeds that you could plant

and grow fruits, if not flowers, if nurtured

you might not be typically fond of them, it is after all a metaphor


maybe a ball of moss, in your words

that would put the widest smile on your face

priceless



again, I feel like singing

one that I can not contain within

realization surfaced as I sync with the present

saved by honesty of my own, I was

my thoughts, regarding you


simple, they were

simple as a single measured unit

a small sigh as I recalled the sky so blue

followed by a smile




two tablespoons of brown sugar

and the sound of a sip of macchiato

we were aligned

as the stars were

I knew I've had you missed

water in an irregular triangle

hands covered with dirt

on the palms and its surface

under the nails

fingertips scratched

swelling hands in repetitive action

the wells are dried

12 foot, 16 and a 21

sources to be picked - not traceable 

with bare hands he never stopped

in desperation, he panicked 

not possibly drilled 

we all knew

but he continued

all that he is capable of

hands covered with dirt

dig to anticipate

water source, or to bury

the exhausted mind cannot tell

the action never stops

he should hope, he should jump

he shall not stop digging

irregularly, non-chronologically 

scraper

the heart is a citrus fruit

wrapped in a sac

a labour in silent

prayed to be taken care off


earlier today

one felt like it has been shredded, peeled

not afraid, but indeed

it ached

as I receive




an emblem I picked up

a picture

much love revolve around you

smiles, sincerity and of genuine

faces and a beaming glow

albeit your preference towards soliloquy

I admired, it stung and I remained rooted

you deserve what's best



I am alone too

not as rich

conditioned to be strong and impregnable

kindness charged, in an attempt to convert me

I am left armed, and unarmed





quietly

when nobody intrudes

I think of you and I smile

I smile

code

Can't you tell

the times he came to you in excitement

his spirit, light and lifted

how many copies of love letters he had receive

hand written

how many love songs dedicated

how many gifts declined

how much distance made clear

you are not my only one, my dear

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When I witness how much love you're capable of

it was receiving, calm and soft

white flower petals

less cold, less cold than our climate

I was untouchable

did I made peace with that?

Oh, untouchable

standing out is always my strength

less cold

I can tell

times he came to me with excitement

his spirit, light and lifted

it was twice

twice worth of initiation 

that is your labelled price

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secret chamber

Back to your window seat

after your daily adventures

you smiled so generously

a space for you to let free

then you head back to your window seat

where I'm framed in the lower third of your composed frame

hiding in the bushes, under the clouds, 

amongst the blue

base of the sky scrappers

but traceable, always

by you

You've pierced itno my subconscious, I registered

when I could recall your image

imprinted within the landscape
of my oneiric ocean

as if you came back with a warm touch, I could discern

gently cuddled, while I sleep

you were whispering 

trying to convey

all that you refused to translate via audible decibels

you can not be naked enough to confront

to have me stabbed, even with attempts you've almost succeeded ——

with my glow

because, love

I see sunshine when I see you

I wept as I slept

knowing that I will not receive

messages you intend to leave

we are flybirds, freemen 

chained and shackled not,

yes you, and I too

maybe worthy a keep, we thought

if I have that value

if you could find me useful

Remember, love

you can murder me, if you choose to

I gave you my word

I am open, fervour

controlled and vulnerable

trustable

trustable, come what may

as you and I continue to align

i'll make you coffee

The universe of our creation

is filled with floating islands

spaces, image of the negative

earth, soil and water, wind,

fire

free

you and I are children of the prototypes,

who claimed whoever we want to be



We are not specimens of a written testimony

our dynamic is not a law, reproduced

but by nature of a circumstance

silent agreements sealed and sounded

a sip of melancholy -

from a ceramic teacup

I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench






My dear,

my peculiars you have to tolerate -

       barely an eyebrow raised

were they colourless to you

were they unlovely to your perceptions

were they a chamber of reasons for your kindness to take place

I'd like to apologize

but I fear of misunderstanding and its sorts;

my quantified reactions


I fear of losing our space, once built

losing us, losing you




A sip of melancholy

I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench