In the darkness, I think of you, of your arms I will soon feel again. The void around me turns layers and becomes tangible. It is as if the particles of air were rising up along my lines to try and mimic your presence, recreating an illusion of your caresses in your absence. Advertisements
I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the guardrail. I am looking afar. A sail is fleeing to the horizon. A glass of Bordeaux in my left hand, A brush in the other, I let my passion express itself.
You are the object of my affections The person in this world I most desire The soul around whom I feel most comfortable.
Vivid lights, soul magic breaks out, floods the world with a single tear.
Sky-bound cloud castles shedding saltless tears of joy on moving snowscapes.
Once upon a dream Tainted ties and lulling lies Torn up on the seam Broken lines, and bitter eyes
Lonely hour with no rest Dreaming of your arms Tightly wrapped around my breasts. Faceless hero, conqueror of my heart, Cherisher of my soul, You stand there in the dark, Unaware that I exist.
As soon as I step in that room, I recognize the space. (…) The floors haven’t changed. They are still covered in the same antique cement tiles, where shades of blue, black and grey are shaping infinite graphic designs overlapping squares and interlacing stripes.
“Where do you go when you’re lonely? Where do you go when you’re blue? Where do you go when you’re lonely? I’ll follow you, When the stars go blue. “
Copper limbs and broken ribs Stone cold glance in one last stance Another creature falls under human arson.
Intoxicated by the proximity Of their waltzing bodies Dancing without ever touching. Under the spell of her scent… He is transported…
Tears are running down my cheeks as I write this poem. (…) I realize that everything I am writing, I have said to you already But never enough, never that way.