The naked truth
is nature's
most seductive
aphrodisiac

We met in the park,
I jostled him as a lark.
Our eyes locked,
Our souls touched,
Our hearts connected,
I felt I had known him before,
What had life for me in store,
Was it instant love.

Forever and an instant met up one day,
had a short but lovely talk,
then each went on its way.

El cuadro en la pared
Tiene un paisaje bello,
Hay un hombre sentado
Y un auto viejo.

En el cuadro de al lado
Hay una casa al fondo,
Con 3 ventanas
Y puedo ver la luz encendida.

En el cuadro de al lado
hay sombras por la ventana,
son de una mujer sentada
Y presiento que me mira.

En el cuadro de al lado
Hay arboles marrones
Y tras el auto viejo
Hay un hombre extraño
Y siento que me observa.

En el cuadro de al lado
Las luces se han apagado
Y la silueta de la mujer
Se a esfumado.

En el cuadro de al lado
¡Suena un timbre!
Creo que me han encontrado.

Lightning is the fleeting thorn of blooming thunder
The self-erasing crack into the sky window
The laceration of the clouds that left no scar
And sealed itself instantly
And bled to life bountiful
Shifting afloat in deep grey

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The lightning showed me the way
To the burning tree
The clouds were dark with worry
That I would not see
The thunder told me to hurry
Before the earth swallows me

Our existence consists of a resistance to the persistent indifference,
The instinct without substance, consistent yet distant,
That will influence our adolescence, make us insistent and violent,
Until in an instant we will all become silent.

"if your personality was a beverage,
what beverage would it be?"

She said: "I think I'd be Coffee"

"No,
You can't be coffee."

You're too sweet
Cheap, With two shots of vanilla

COFFEE is bold, smokey,
Burns your throat.

I had coffee once,
Brandy

Woke up to her every morning,
For years I got drunk off of her
When I didn't drink enough water
She made me sick.
but I never drank water
Went down the hall
to a sippy cup full of milk.

Even she,
was not just milk.
She was strawberry milk.
My little Coffee milk.

You are not Coffee.
You are water.

But soak up all my grounds
***** yourself on the dead burnt cherries
I've left for you.

Maybe
you can be some quick
instant version.

Sometimes I forget for an instant
who we are.
In those moments where:
I hold your head in my lap and brush my hands through your hair.
You hold me captive against you under the freezing stream of water in the shower.
I watch the lights dance across your face as we drive through small towns late at night.
You stand behind me in the kitchen next to the stove, strewing kisses across my back,
my shoulders, my neck.

In those moments you are everything. You are mine.
And she doesn't exist.