I refuse to give in. I need to splash these words, embrace them, crash them upon the shores of my departures. I'm goin, i'm goin, just give me a minute. The night's late, i'm late, the world's late, heavens gate’s late, it's a long tunnel with a narrow space filled with everything from every moment you ever knew to every moment anything knew, will know, memories weaving in and out of existence, scenes that never end, kids playing in the streets, wars crippling silence, insects beyond imagination, galaxies, doors to here to there to everywhere, heavens, hells, dark, bright, concave, convex, everything everywhere sex, sex, sex.
We want romance, a place to forget; no, not even remember, or ever knew anything but this moment in glory, soft hard skin energy spirit, the touch of paradise in every breath…. yea sweet sweet soft intensity forever.
It all ends here, looking back, scraping the memories off the screen, the cells wrapped in emotion and twisted space always moving, slow, fast, sharp, faded, colour pale, bright, harsh and soft… give me your legs, your smell, your essence, your damp soul, your tender pleasure, your screams, your flying, dying, crying, give me it all… i want to touch every corner of you. I want you cold, hot, smooth and rough, i want you, i want you, i want you to want me like i want you, real, surreal, unreal….i'm gonna get you, get you, hold you tight, let you fight, thru the night in the night…. let there be light, let there be light, lots of light.
It all ends, it all slips down the long hallway of ‘forever’, nothing returns complete, full, original. We move on until everything is transparent and disappears. The rains have entered, the west end is blowing in, a touch of pain against the window, a clear view in grey air, it is time, i'm up, ready, moving on.
There are stories along the trail awaiting my arrival. I am coming, i am going, i am walking.
Sun splashing against the rain, secrets softening a clear horizon, judgements stumbling across the skies, like alibis, holes.
She spoke to me from the surface. She illustrated her feelings entangled with mine across the waters of time. Thru her veins i watched with solitude. The sparkling brook of the silent forest. Her gushing waters flowing across her ferny floor. Her voice gurgling about in the air. The more near her heart glistens the more true the image of the present. It is a wonderland, magic is the reality of her scent, her colour everywhere, she is the queen of the universe, the mother of earth, waters of eternity.
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