When I took your hand, you grasped onto my fingers so tightly; knowing we were so young and completely uncontrolled. Our eyes were masked by the obscenities that became our views of love and lust. Guided by no one and listening only to the voices as they screamed instructions into our subconscious so loudly the blood began to pool in the ear canals. Your mind became my playground where I went to be free; to let my thoughts overtake your actions. I would love to watch as my sentences flew away into the dusty fields, disappearing behind dark clouds of poor timing and bad luck, then back out again- landing upon the wooden chest where you tried to stow away your secrets. Just like yours, the chest bore its scars proudly, but once I had shattered the lock that held it tight and opened its creaking lid enough to smell the stale air trapped inside, I found myself closing it just as quickly.
My hands shook and the wind licked at my face. A smells fills the air, musky and low, as your hands slither across my trembling torso; taking it into your own. Our bodies could dance to the rhythm of passion for hours without our brains even having a slight interest of what the physical world is partaking in. We became lost inside a world that didn’t exist if you thought about it. Depleted of real earthly attributes we flew as the birds walked. I held onto you more tightly then my own fleeting sanity. I buried it a long time ago in hopes someday you would come along. One day we will retrieve it. See its decaying flesh as I try to regain what I once had, before you came back into my life. What used to seem like nothing has been canceled out by the need to feel validated by anyone at all times. As we grow together, we separate further like the deepest parts of the ocean floors; where the dying land gives way to new life as solid as rock.
Suddenly I am no longer the same person and you have no meaning to me. Your voice yelled about everything as I forced myself to put on an the sincere charade I passed off as love and long hours clocked-in, trying to earn their due to get out my lust. My heart beat mimics drums from deep within the jungles of old. Marching beats carry my conscience through the difficult tragedy I find myself in. The labyrinth can be so much darker than expected from previous close call encounters and even after the various discussions towards preparation I had been forced to bleed for; I was not ready to feel this alone.
My hands shook and the wind licked at my face. A smells fills the air, musky and low, as your hands slither across my trembling torso; taking it into your own. Our bodies could dance to the rhythm of passion for hours without our brains even having a slight interest of what the physical world is partaking in. We became lost inside a world that didn’t exist if you thought about it. Depleted of real earthly attributes we flew as the birds walked. I held onto you more tightly then my own fleeting sanity. I buried it a long time ago in hopes someday you would come along. One day we will retrieve it. See its decaying flesh as I try to regain what I once had, before you came back into my life. What used to seem like nothing has been canceled out by the need to feel validated by anyone at all times. As we grow together, we separate further like the deepest parts of the ocean floors; where the dying land gives way to new life as solid as rock.
Suddenly I am no longer the same person and you have no meaning to me. Your voice yelled about everything as I forced myself to put on an the sincere charade I passed off as love and long hours clocked-in, trying to earn their due to get out my lust. My heart beat mimics drums from deep within the jungles of old. Marching beats carry my conscience through the difficult tragedy I find myself in. The labyrinth can be so much darker than expected from previous close call encounters and even after the various discussions towards preparation I had been forced to bleed for; I was not ready to feel this alone.
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