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His existence,

a shimmering mirage.

An embodiment of reverie and deceit.

His name,

a sweet lullaby that makes me dreamy.

A holy chant that awakens my inner beasts.

His piercing blue eyes,

haven for raging storms of venom.

 A fathomless ocean threatening to drown me whole.

His mind,

a dangerous territory.

The devil has trapped me there for eternity.

His mouth,

skilled and addictive.

A magic spell that is too strong to break.

His chiseled body,

like a lifetime’s work of a passionate sculptor.

Reincarnation of the Greek Gods.

His calm mannerism,

like a sea that has battled the worst of storms.

The mystifying silence that puts words to shame.

His touch,

a sensation that burns into the skin.

The kind that leaves a sweet ache lingering.

He is the book I read and re-read,

and happily stay pressed among its pages.

Suffocated and intoxicated, yet gloating in a thousand sentiments.

He is the desert while I’m the lone wanderer,

looking for an oasis within his barren heart.

Like a moth drawn towards fire, knowing its a death trap.

He is the journey that has no end.

The more I explore, the more I find.

Life feels like a treasure hunt, with him by my side.

He is not a dream but a nightmare that freezes my heart cold.

My escape from reality.

My paramour.

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The Goodbye Kiss

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Waking up to the familiar pain shooting through his neck

and a grumbling stomach put through endless tortures by time travel juice,

ignoring the mind numbing headache

his eyes transfixed to those rolling empty bottles effortlessly trying to seduce.

 

As his lustful lips longed for a sip of the poison

driving him ill at ease,

his parched throat let out a pained groan

begging for his thirst to appease.

 

Crawling his way to the well stashed bar in the living room

he felt like a stubborn and naive kid.

As he dragged himself thoughtlessly towards his doom

he yearned for nothing but from his burning thirst getting rid.

 

Right when he wrapped his fingers round the bottle of ill fame

to quench the thirst that understood no bargain,

he heard the voice of his deceased beau calling out his name

from a far corner of the outstretched garden.

 

Stumbling and falling every few steps on his way outside,

as he ran clumsily towards the voice of his sweetheart,

the distance kept growing with every step forward

and he felt his insides into a thousand pieces being ripped apart.

 

Screaming his heart out as he squandered whatever remaining zeal

he ultimately gave up on existance and the willingness to live.

And as if to quench his thirst and fulfill his dying wish

a drop of dew sitting atop a grass blade brushed upon his lips.

 

Thinking about finally joining his beloved in God’s abode above or under,

seconds before the soul’s departure he was washed over with bliss.

And counting his final breaths he smiled like a baby in deep slumber

letting the fact sink in that the dew drop was life’s ultimate goodbye kiss.

Freefall

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Rising above the mayhem and chaos of the world

They outdistanced themselves as the world burnt down in ashes.

While the crowd below in distress whirled,

they laughed like devils witnessing the havoc they created with matches.

Stepping over the wreckage of caustic reality

they bounce up to the blue.

Floating over the clouds of smoke

they feel nothing but placid and true.

Sparkles in their scintillant eyes

flicker of the fire ignited within.

Taking them higher and higher,

letting the obsession get under their skin.

They fly high for they wish to see the top view of the world.

Burning everything they own as they near the stars.

When the fire flames higher like their proud flags unfurled

they finally thirst for the sapphire blue oceans to dip their burning carcass.

Feeding their cravings for sapor and high

they torment their souls brutally like a thrall.

And now that it can take no more

they brace themselves tight and allow their frame to free-fall.