beauty

For Once Forever

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For Once
        And again
               And again
                     And again
 
The stars waltz above
that bewitched kiss.
 
The kiss that creates spaces
in every corner of my mind.
 
A comfortable emptiness
 
Simple thought sway
In those hollows.
 
And project on my face
In that stupid smile.
 
In the hypnotized silence
I’m led to those
somewhere chances
That appear in those
Someday distances.
 
Then your gaze.
That look
That only you give.
 
No idea what I am thinking
But loving that stupid smile.
 
Your hand contracts around mine.
Hold me closer
Tighter.
 
Blink
Breath
And it’s all over.
 
Stay.
Stay and make this moment forever.
Watch the world rise with me
And smile back at the subtle laughter of that sunrise.
 
Then kiss me again
                        And again
                               And again

Sunrise From the Moon

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Just Imagine.

Light
within my cold
Craters.

Almost ascending
beyond the shadows.

If only
the somber abyss pulled away
to loosen the morning
Colors.

My infinitely battered
body looms
Silently.

Just Imagine.
Inferno erasing
my pale waning.

Burning in suspension
with its blinding
Shimmer.

If only
the orbit broke,
for just a moment,
terminating the line
between dream and wake.

The end of dusk
to the start of day
and I always
Just miss it.

Reasons

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Hushed manipulation
Condensed lies
Unfounded evidence.

Always Watching
Through windows
I felt your suspicious pleasure

Though Doorways
I heard your thoughts ravish me

Then Touching

Your too familiar hands
Were titillated by my innocence

I could smell
The perspiration of your perversion.

The Reproductions.

I scream rape
No one listened.

Of Hate.

You said crazy
Everyone heard.

Of Loss.

But I am still here.
Of Strength.

The 36. Broadway to Somewhere

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I step up on to the blue plastic floor and make my way to a seat,
away from everyone.

It smells like a stale aired airport, and sweat.

Somebody coughs, someone else sneezes. Spilled coffee trails across the blue floor with every acceleration and break.

I sit in the back next to the window, alone.

4 minutes and 3 blocks of silence.

The bus stops.

People flood my quiet morning commute-filling any open seat and space.

My elbow bounces against the knee that belongs to the person next to me.

He is reading the Wall Street Journal. The recycled paper is tinted pink. He is reading about finance.

Words that are too far away to see. Words I wouldn’t understand anyway.

His black hair is oily and straight. It only grows on the sides, just above his ears. The top of his head is probably the only empty brown surface on his body.

I wonder what his name is.

I don’t think he has a wife.

The backpack on his lap is knocking into mine.

With every stop on Michigan avenue the bus begins to empty.

The man next to me gets off at the Wrigley building.

I go three more stops and my day begins.

To work, to home, and back again; I take the bus and I meet its people.