#longing
My soul loved yours long before we met.
I think about your cock constantly tonight is no different
I am ashamed that I cannot figure out yet what I want. What I have always wanted. Because what is life without longing?
You left in me a painful type of longing that drills a black hole into the soul.
What was enough yesterday
seems no longer so.
I distract myself from what’s missing
with true and honest joy,
but the quiet moments are full
of so much silence
and longing.
The juice beads to the surface And the sugar kisses your lips The sweet rests upon your tongue Sinking your teeth deep Slurping, as drips fall down your chin. A flush comes to your cheeks And the fruit slides down your throat. This is how I drank you in. Every meeting as succulent as the last. The heat built as steam on glass On and on sliding down my throat. You clutched my one. You clutched me…
Update
(personal that is )
I miss daiya what do I do with this energy
But here we are — dissecting a pomelo
warmed by my car radio on Sunday and weekdays
of sitting by the west window watching us move
in rotation, disks among a sliding axis,
gravity now propping us against the counter top,
in the kitchen, admiring the thickness
of the pomelo skin. As if it’s waited so long to be unpeeled.
Grown swollen and fish-pink in longing. We pull it apart
cell by cell. I’ve never swallowed
poetry like this. These coral citrus segments could be light-moons
like hearts at the beginning of things — 8 moon flips
on Jupiter, says the radio, that night, the tides pulling
us under the lemon tree, twisting our names
into reoccurring rotation. You’re slicing me,
citrus moon. This is candy, yeah, like that.
Happy October 1st.
I didn’t forget about you
I just remembered me.
Maybe… The reason why it’s hard to let go of the past
Is that we can’t see our future.
I’m so starved for Connection.
But my Wi-fi is out.
verb
to yearn for, long for, or remember with sorrow the absence, deprivation or loss of someone or something.
Te añoro cada vez más.
I long for you more and more.
My
starlight in a bottle boy,
burning up from the inside.
My beloved supernova.
Finally come to end it all?
Finally going to let us rest?
Solar flare,
don’t you dare
burn
our house
down.
Time can only
heal the entry wound of the
poison barb
you left inside me:
rotting love,
festering longing -
purple toxin living in my
blood.
Your hand in
my hand,
but
time struck and
you stumbled —
down,
down,
down —
oh,
were our shattered knees
and
scraped hands,
blood-tinged teeth —
were they worth it?
(Was it worth it to
clasp
our hands
so tightly that
one circle, two —
rings of fire,
surrounding us both
forever?)
My once known shadow,
but my forever estranged enemy,
held me so tenderly when I gave him what he longed for:
goodbye.
You love that little blade:
cradle it’s handle oh so gently.
Sing it soft songs to sleep.
Warm it’s metal with your rest laden body.
You love that little blade -
even when it cuts.
Have you ever loved in scales?
Perfect balance?
Perfect symmetry?
Each step mirrored -
where one goes, the other
follows?
The smallest shift in weight can
jar the balance -
a breath,
a kiss,
a tear,
a moment.
A clang as joints disband.
A crash to the floor as you
spin out of orbit.
It will never be the same.
You will never be the same.
But -
But,
once,
you were lucky enough to
love
in scales.
Once,
you were whole and
perfect.
Oh,
sweet memory,
the icy blade between my
bones.
Oh, sweet love,
the ailment lingering in my
blood.
Oh, sweet agony,
burning through my
lungs.
Oh, sweet lover,
lost from me
forever.
Oh, sweet sadness:
eternal companion and
penance.
And he saved you from
disaster and ruin,
your beautiful fire-starting boy.
The flames he lets lick your
salt-soaked remains
don’t change that.
Many times,
he saved you.
Many times.
(It only takes once for
destruction
to lay waste.)
(It only takes
forever for a
heart to break.)