no chaser. go chase her.
shoot it down with no chaser and let it all pour out......
a moment.
my relationship became too private.
the words too explicit to write.
probably because the feelings got to deep and real to even attempt to describe.
i stopped trying to decipher shit in certain aspects of my life..... not because of lack of interest, or lack of curiosity even.
rather more, because things make sense and i've allowed my self to get lost in these moments. to get caught within the moment. i'm living in the moment.
day and night.
the sun kisses my skin, the moon my soul.
an empty poem i was never able to fill.
this poem stayed empty because my heart was too heavy for my chest and i couldn't untwist my tongue.
eye love.
you make love to me with your eyes.....
in dim, empty rooms that we light and fill with passion, lust, madness.
when you look at me i can feel you pierce through my being, my energy, my potential: my all.
i am explicitly nude.
you are intensely aware.
it is in the moments in which our eye contact is sustained, that our love is made.
love:
a moment of impact.
a moment of synchrony.
a moment of connection.
a moment of clarity.
a moment of insane sanity.
a moment of life.
you see, you look at me and i can't look away.
-those eyes. those eyes fucked me forever