If I could catch a rainbow, I would do it just for you, and share with you it’s beauty, on the days you’re feeling blue. If I could build a mountain, you call your very own, a place to find serenity, a place to be alone. If I could take your troubles, I would toss them in the sea, but all these things I’m finding, are impossible for me. I cannot build a mountain, or catch a rainbow fair, but let me be what I know best, a friend that’s always there.
I am crumpled with daylight and savage ardour for you.
I let the clouds caress my hair and strip my shine to an old leather piece
My life is speeding, my hair is greyer than the moon I’ve too much desire, they are traveling down the drain //
You make me tremble, my knees my joints, my muscles even these hands.
Do you want to be our only stealthy rendezvous? with our own language, village by the river and stars to catch? because you are the only secret I’d let out of the closet I’d even let you paint your own debut, your inception.
I’ve no shame, there’s no need for hibernation we are animals, love me like the night howlers would or shred me now — I’ve no pain but I am numb
I am tired, I am yawning for the time lapse
I have tenderness of endless chaos, havoc that laced with who I am when you’re around the throbbing affection so robust, alive red like the sea in her most amorous blushes.
Come now, leave them – leave him, leave her, leave home and let’s just be the constellation that we have always been destined to be -
I’m always ahead, either with time or with my own shadow I’m ahead, speeding against my own slo-mo I’m hiding in plain sight, preparing for tomorrow, always tomorrow for today is dead, gone with the sunset and all these secrets webbed all over me, waiting, waiting, waiting for tomorrow to come and I could finally find a way to break loose from my own captivity.
Churlish, lacustrine tears
Smacking on the lips of fears
Spitting sticks, river stones
Kicking the shins of those
Desirous of footholds
While hidden eddies
Hurtle souls at Hades
Chortling madly as merrily
We go along the span
Lupine current crying vertigo
Though it falls continuously
Brooding, abrading, hands anticipating
As though the flow
Capable of capsizing vessels
Could ever touch the trestle
Could ever bring it down
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achilles sleeps, and the world rests with him.
achilles breathes, and the world remains alive.
as does patroclus.
(achilles, great and high and mighty, you are your own god.)
apollo wakes, and the world wakes with him.
apollo fumes, and the world is plagued.
as is icarus.
(apollo, mercurial and exuberant and beautiful, you are your own salvation.)
and, too, their lovers rest, their lovers wake.
patroclus and icarus:
soaring to the beat of their beloveds’ hearts, strong and just and lost.
much like their heroes.
(oh, my dear lovers, drunk and high and kind, you are your own destruction.)
Restlessness in full effect. I can’t sleep without you resting your head on your pillows. Your scent on them brings me to a calm state of tranquillity. I close my eyes and just wish your head was on my chest, breathing the same air, embracing each other mending our bond with each and every inhale and exhale.
I only hear the voice in my head tonight, waiting to hear you just say my name or call me babe/baby.
Wishful thinking from this writers mind of mine, what a troubled mind of an artist. Now the skies don’t seem to be so grey, as if I have seen my first sunset.
Warm and welcoming just like your radiate smile and contagious laugh.
Your intelligence stimulates my mind and leaves me content, not as frantic.