I am a little anxious a little tired but i’m OK
just wishing I’m young again, running around with cute boys
not minding the summer heat at all.
Lately, I am craving for something more interesting
something like a delicious set of lips against mine
or having a stiff drink with someone who can have
a firm erection even at this age. I am craving I am wishing
for that man to materialize out of my wet dreams.
I am praying for another first kiss, for another first orgasm after all these years
I am old but am dead yet, I can still wish and pray and crave.
Rain hasn’t come along in quite sometime
making the secret garden bare and barren
quite thirsty for moisture that will somehow
lead to a sweet rupture of velvety petals
waiting for raindrops and dewdrops.
woke up from a lucid dream
chasing your silhouette upon
my sleep deprived consciousness
laid there not wanting to move, not wanting
to lose the vision I just had.
I still miss you, your essence, your presence
and your soul comforting mine.
Some nights my mind ventures out
to strange places … dark cavernous location
hidden from my consciousness, hidden from
beneath the façade I’ve learned to put on.
Some nights I’ve learned to seek the company
of bottled spirits to help me face the long lonely nights in solitude.
Someday I will learn to fly and soar above.
Inspite of my damaged wings.
Someday I will rise from the rubbles.
But for tonight, I’m in the company of my bottled friends.
A soulful wish to translate an empty canvas
into a full thriving life
walking carefully through the roads of today
until the dusk has said its last litany of the day.
I’ve let my lips get parched from thirst for life
for someone to open his arms and let me live in them.
I trace fading footprints along the riverside
chasing the shadowy past with bated breath
hoping to get a slice of it that will give me
some needed closure.
I saw the branches of the trees, swaying with
the touch of a breeze. As if to send me a sign
to let it go.
You come to me in bits and pieces
a glimpse as fast as lightning
such fleeting moments in my dreams.
You speak to me in rainbows and moonbeams
I hear you on cloudy days in distorted language
of rain and thunderstorms.
You capture my attention like snowflakes hitting the window pane
You hold my heart so delicately in your hands and I long to see the depth of your soul.