Reborn

I have been with you

Through the snow,

Through the great depression,

Through the isolation

Of the soul.

 

You have been reborn,

And I with you.

We are consumating our love,

Once again…

The sun against my flesh,

Mounting your peaks,

Digging my fingers into your soil.

We are of the same spirit

You and I.

 

Spring has sprung.

There is a tree growing inside me,

Cherry blossoms blooming.

You planted your seeds in me.

I am growing.

Bilboards of what could have been…

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I don’t know why

You erase me from your grasp,

Only to slice off your own misguided hands

And regret your negligence to touch me

Ever.

Lust, you visit me at 4:00am…

Begging for forgiveness,

Demanding attention .

Why do you say goodbye,

Only to exceed the speed limit

On highways to nowhere?

Saudade is your soundtrack

As you drive past the billboards

Of what could have been.

Idiot.

Calling in favours…

The pasta I should have made…

So I have four Italians at my doorstep,

By no fault of their own.

They are cold, tired and hungry.
There were supposed to be two,
And I wasn’t supposed to be welcoming them,
For I am only a tennant,
In these faulty towers.

But there is happiness to this madness,
Tonight I shall indulge
All the pleasures…
Blatantly, and without inhibition.

Because no one can touch me,
Now that I have done another man’s job.
No one will dare knock on my door
Asking me to cease and desist,
When they cannot succeed at independence
In managing the affairs
of the self-orchestrated hurricane they call a life.

-Calling in favours

Growth is inevitable, or is it…

Wasteland

Some people grow

Like evergreen trees

A hybrid of eagle and wolf

Soaring

Carrying others to safety

Free from an oppressive past.

Technology, evolution, science,

An alliance

Of progression.

 

Others choose to remain trapped

In the past,

Bitter from the rigours

of climate change.

An apocalypse,

Fear of karma

Crippling guilt…

And decay.

 

The irony is that in seeking to protect themselves

from the ills of the past,

Those who stunt their own growth

Do to others, 

What they fear will be done to them. 

Jumping the gun. 

Proactive. 

Slaughter.

 

The circle.

In dedication to a force of nature

Nude male photography by @uncorps

This poem was inspired by the one and only @Uncorps on instagram. His abstract close-ups and full bodied self portraits (both censored and uncensored) display the best of the male anatomy whilst expressing the most earnest and passionate of emotions. Most notable however, is that his face is never revealed in his work.

His manner and mystery evoke the most intense pangs of lust driven by curiosity towards the enigmatic and the unseen. Whether it’s faith in eternity, electricity pulsating through the body or the howling winds of nature, we are all driven and moved by a force which cannot be entirely recognised. For this reason, my words could not be contained.

The citation to Frida Khalo is a nod to the works published in her once secret diary, which have undoubtedly influenced the overall literary flow and style of this piece. I wanted to keep the emotion as raw as possible, which means the lines do not follow a set or predictable structure, and the words – compulsive and uncontrollable – ryhme at random.

On short, these words convey the anticipation and adrenaline that accompanies everything we desperately want, yet cannot see in entirety.

 

I want to swim in your veins

As the tides rise.

He is faceless,

Yet I can feel his hands.

My hair stands at attention,

He is inside me

All over me.

“He is me.

I am him.” – Frida Khalo

 

Keep me on the edge of darkness,

I don’t want to be illuminated by your eyes.

I want to watch the rainbow of you,

Dancing across the sky in flamingo motion.

Movement. Dance. Emotion.

An eruption of Cumulonimbus clouds

Oozing from the sky.

 

I observe you.

I want you.

I cannot see you.

But I can feel you.

The electricity.

Desire.

Fire.

Magnetism.

A tree sprouting from the earth.

Hands guiding me to dance

Upon the fields beneath the heavens.

Spring is here,

Guiding me to feel the petals

Caressing my fingers

Kissing my face.

 

Nature.

Rush hour.

A journey through time

And space.

All the dimensions,

I want to feel you.

More than I want to see you.

You’re giving me life,

Yet depriving me of sight.

Adrenalin.

You are life’s greatest mystery.

 

The unanswered questions

Lay in the abyss of your face.

One can hold out in faith

In the hopes that they

Will be welcomed into heaven when they die.

In you,

I find the hope of everlasting life.

Over, and over again

As I summon the angels

To fuck me in the dark.

You are the angel…

A faceless angel.

 

You are energy.

Life force.

Gravity.

Unseen concepts.

You are love.

You are life.

 

Feelings do not have a face,

Neither do orgasms.

 

You are the footsteps approaching,

From down the hall.

Anticipation.

The ocean churning

In the depths

Of my orchid blossom.

Rising in ecstasy,

Collapsing in spent

Serenity.

Rocks breaking my fall.

Spasms.

Vibrations abound.

 

Your frequency rises

When the sun goes down.

Your colours glide like rainbows.

Butterflies.

The universe.

 

Touch me.

Guide my face to the night.

I want to feel you.

 

You are hope in infancy,

An embryo in the womb.

I swim in murky depths

To find peace with you there.

Before life matures us.

 

Your moods are as ambiguous

As the darkness which conceals

Your face.

 

Your blood is my blood,

Coursing through my veins.

Crimson tides on a canvas.

If your rivers,

Ever run dry,

I

Will most surely die.

 

You are

My eyes wide shut,

Shielded in leather

Begging

For your fingers around my throat

Fire blazing down my neck

Kissing my back.

Perspiration.

Elation.

Over, and over again.

I am you.

You are me.

 

He represents,

The very length of this poem.

And the words,

My words,

They keep flowing out of my mouth,

In rapturous abandon.

Surrendering to oxygen.

Breaking against river banks.

Quivering with pleasure.

I cannot stop,

Like a waterfall descending,

Climaxing against the earth’s firm flesh.

 

Pink,

Blue,

Yellow,

You are fire.

So warm, yet so dangerous.

 

A silhouette against the open window,

Making love to the sunrise,

Ecstasy.

A powerful entity…

Energy.

I am you,

You are me.