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Fallen

I am terrified to know of what lies on the other side. My heart curls and recoils in the pauses between unanswered questions. These defiled images, they flash behind my tired eyes and all I can see is an unexplained reel of film playing in forward motion. Where did the time go? My life seems to have fallen in an upheaval of side stepping speed, and some days I just cannot keep up. I'm out of breath. I just want to peel back this skin and start anew, but every time I do I find there are holes rotting in the marrow of my bones. Doubts eat away at this heavy heart, and I have to wonder how much of my body is really acidic. With all these inquires, each day just passes as it goes and my heart gets a little greener. Envy spits tiny implications behind a fragile skull and I'm fighting back behind the bars, darling I swear. I just can't count backwards for every minute his finger slid in places like guarded whispers so delicate to touch. They aren't really. These scenes are nothing more than the violent gnashing of discoloured teeth, ripping back and forth. I'm silently scathed, stretched from seam to seam trying to hold this shredded mast together. All the church bells are broken in my throat. My house of worship has fallen and all my faith scattered on the floor. What more could a man do or be, other than humble and defeated pleading at his knees, asking why now and what more?

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Night

There's something beautiful in the way she sleeps. Her eyes are tender, rimmed with fanned lashes that speak of tiny secrets kept safe behind closed lids. I'll never tell, but honestly I'd like to pry them apart and delve into the world in which she dreams. You'd call me a thief, but I swear I just want to walk upon her cerebral path, and tread affectionately into the gardens of her mind. It's there I've smelled the lush of wild roses and admired the way the wind blows when it's caught in the fire of her hair. It was in tired arms that I watched her breathe beneath the eyes of the moon. Every breath she made was a small tune playing against the hollow of my ribs. If you listen, you'll hear that even in the quiet she composes an orchestra between her lips. This is how I know, where I learn, what it means to lose it all - to give it all. It's only in the bare bones of the night that she rests her eyes, and unknowingly she cradles every hope and forsaken dream I've ever made. She's casting wishing stone upon wishing stone and my abdomen curls. It's nights like these where I am on bend and knee at her side and she'll never know as I count the spaces between her sighs. I am just a man caught in a moment and there's no place else I'd rather be. I am just a lost voyager, sailing across the outstretched forests of her uncharted dreams.

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Aftermath

I smell you in the morning, like sweet honeydew curling around my fingers. In a soft tendril of fragrance, I watch as they cast shadows, twirling in bed sheets painted by hanging linen against an open window. They're secretive, billowing from the warmth of the sun. I am radiant against you, for you, wrapped in you. I will be for all of time. Let me love you. Take me in. Become and we will, too, be wrapped like irises of gold trapped in the small kisses you left against my shoulder and spine. I think that is where you will stay. I will keep you here in pale stains, made from our love, where my heart will trace the lines of forever. Infinity is spent, only in you, my love.

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Uncharted

I am wishes spent and birthday candles ruined, the last note gone sour at the end of the big parade. I'm all those little things that creep in at night and whisper "are you still there?"  Pounding and blistering, these tiny questions are still frayed like the edges of a soaked bathroom carpet. I'd beg for more but it seems I do nothing but stand in heavy water these days. Bathtubs are merely sunken canyons where we sit and wait, waiting on bigger promises that barrel down like the violent shatter of ungodly tidal waves. I hope some day the waves just pick me up and swallow me in. I want to know where the ocean sleeps and beats quietly under the scattered gaze of a billion diamond eyes.

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Three Words

You whispered it on a cold night. I remember the atmosphere was a soft radiance, your eyes luminescent from some distant fire's glow, reflecting against bare skin. I felt your cheeks ignite in the words you phrased, molding and crafting them like a masterpiece of artistry and utter perfection. I was floored, disconnected from the earth, set ablaze under the cusp of your tongue. We mixed in rage and greedy fingers because love told us so - because love is violence and it itches and spreads in the name of passion, like a disease. Love is poison, but we don't know how to act accordingly. We fumble and lie and cheat and steal. Sometimes we die.

We die in the name of love.

Maybe that's why they buried you in roses.

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Fisherman

It's pivotal, this undercurrent that swirls within us all. Like insignificant leaky boats, we wade on our individual sea, casting our lines faithfully into the salty unknown. I have thought of better days to catch a fish - days where the skies open up and swallow me into the bellies of whales. I get tongue tied and pressed for time, this solitary traveler with no ticket for two. It's there though. It's in us all. The lonely, the rich, the poor, the blissful, the wasted - washing in and out like the roaring of tides. Sometimes I feel you, just you. Hair like seaweed glistening in the sandy sun. I know better than to believe in mermaids and sapphire reefs, but this undertow gets me every time. You get me, my open water fantasy. So, I'll throw this line in again and again, not because I am a hopeless romantic, or an adventurer in want of a perfect catch - but because I am a fisherman, a wanderer like yourself, just waiting for something to happen.