Shades of black
that covers thorns behind
realms of hues
Eyes are not distant
like mine
Fidgeting thoughts
Each caressing moment
that entangles in his skin
with the first taste of fear
of wasted lips
V. Torres July 29, 2010
lovely mornings alone and unconscious with the moon and its dark shadow that makes fire. whatever happened doesn’t need to be remembered just forgotten with wind and looked upon once by sun. stars have been with the universe, releasing dust into his eyes. eternally burning with eternal longing. the roman wilderness on our side and melting opal candles to take away time. bottles will always be empty but every soul may drink my wine.
no more rain from illusive sky and no more falling angels with an endless sigh. he now comes thru words and physical appearances in vile visions. everything does not end…the end of it all would be too lovely.
whenever isolated with the reveries of intoxicating desire and sensuality of every dark room, lovers will be in the depths for not being alive. walking down the hallways of candles and scarves, summoning every spirit, find.
leaving the sacred garden like this, he will never be able to grow again, can’t be forgiven for mutilating all the roses and blocking the sun, stopping the flow of water and life, impossible for the sacred garden to survive, but always his sacred garden to hide.
July 6, 2010
V. Torres
