Friday, August 26, 2011

obey



tonight is the battle of love. picture books and montages of a flowing city. palpitating light. and the cold cursive silk. the city lights are out. but i hear footsteps. painful. a carousel of wax and rain. the charles. the flow of rivers. in a land far away. swirling with the tides of oceans. and the deep soulful cry. i miss your warmth. the misery of deaths. the camaraderie of pastel. the fingertips of muslin. the fabric of disease.

as i sit by the window shades, i cry. and cry. shores by the ocean. i want to feel your flesh. dip my nails in your womb. the temple of hearts. where are you, love child of desire? my mind clogs. wanting you. missing you. your twinge of sexuality. numbing your city maze. the maze where we walked. holding hands on the day you freed your slave. the carnival of blood and indigo sifting on the sky. the sky i miss. the winds and sails of riverside. and the wealth of avenues. the wealth of green. grass and phlegm. ribbons upon ribbons of violet violins. the art calls from the conservatory. and the comfort. of love. of sex. of misunderstood tales. blood from olives. blood from raw desire. stains. so beautiful on my lap. the smell of your breasts. your pleats. you are pregnant with lust. and dreams. of dying lives. we held hand by the pond. and on the rail. your head on my chest. alcohol in your liver. but we sang. and danced. your eyes bloodshot, as if they would bleed. like that of Mary, the mother of virgins. the secret, christian life of your incest. what fun we had by the beach. chasing kites and electricity.

i wish i was there. playing with your toes. but alas, we are apart. distanced with miles and miles of sand and stones.

sigh.