Stories Untold May Never Unfold

i dream of you
dream of feeling your soft kisses against my neck
as you tuck my hair behind my ear, and guide my lips to yours
i'm melting like an ice cube in an arid desert
much faster than the beating of my heart
echoing loudly inside my ribcage
It's a shock, a tingle, an essence, a moment
this feeling reverberating inside

i don't ever want to let go

Clusterfuck Cycles

Some days I think I know what I’m doing

Others I’m spinning in circles.

Life’s like a tumultuous wind,

whirling and swirling

And I’m curling my toes in excitement.

Suddenly it’s like I’m standing at the top of a mountain

Higher than the trees and cloud-line.

Waiting for a sign that tells me to leap

And feeling the need to realign.

Because it’s as if I’m jumbled and twisted

My minds a cluster-fuck of emotions.

It’s like I’m trapped in a web, blood to be sucked

Or I’m sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Sometimes I stand beneath the sun

Hotter than water boiling in a bucket

Overwhelmed by the glowing warmth felt on my face

Maybe someday I’ll just say fuck it…   

                        

inside her head

Some days I stay inside my head

And unthread the thoughts of crimson and red

While this hunger inside remains unfed

And this blood I’ve shed is meaningless.

But these feelings I feel,

Too profound to be real

Still bleeding, won’t heal.

Caught in this cycle of ideal

Like a wheel that’s continuously spinning…

I used to think I was a dreamer of dreams

A believer it seems, in silence and screams

Rushing along with streams and moon beams,

As I gleamed with the essence of your being.

But I’ve come undone, fallen apart

Faded and cracked like old ancient art

My head is smart, but I’m following my heart

And hoping that at the end of this road,

Is a fresh new start…

Jaco

There was once this South African man I met on a cruise many years back that I had relations with. I found his accent intoxicating, and his tall dark physique so mysterious it just pulled me in. To this day I can still recall exactly the way he pronounced some words, such as "Really" and it makes me smile to think something so simple, could make me so smitten.

I was always a sucker for words, and today browsing through an old journal I had in my car I read the poem he wrote for me while we were on the cruise...

Upon your life lies the grace
Of a brass bed with silver lace
Love and passion drew us together
Time kept us apart

Suns will rise, and suns will set
Never will I forget the moment we met
You're the queen who broke my loneliness
The lady whom showed me happiness

So why do we go to the cityplace
Instead of dining on silver lace
When all I want to do
Is be alone with you...
                              ~Jaco

To this day it still makes me smile to think of this memory.
Simple love, simple hearts, and a simple accent that drove me wild...