TWITCHES IN TWILIGHT

  

Come and lay your slender body next to mine

Release the day’s weight into the night

I feel the first of your many twitch sonatas

Your silky body gives away to a neighbor at hand

Me this time, I pray

Second and third will shortly follow

Tiny explosions of your soul

I know this well

Each night I spent lying next to your sweet, peach-like aromatic skin

You drifted into another world, world of unknown to most
Even to me

Your mind disconnected your body putting up fight galore
To keep

Your endless desire for action, for life, to continue to be awake

Is my only translation of these twitches

Always on the move, never asleep yet soundly unaware of

My hand on your neck, grafting, coding your shapes into memory

Twitching turns into a rhythmic dance

I witness nightly and embrace

The tenacity in which you sleep: I comprehend

You twitch twice into the twilight

Once into my hand, as if I touched an electric wire
I'd say

Shock, and all is quiet now and again until another

Twitch between my breasts when you lay your head

As you turn at a glacial pace

Come and lay your sweet slender body down,

Next to mine, in mind and in thought

Play the tones of an old guitar

I will slide onto your back,
Balance as a corpse and read the letters on the wall straight ahead

Jumping over each other, knowing the next current is but a short count away

Twitches in twilight

How I crave to feel and collect the bundles of life,

Breaks of your energy untapped, unleashed

Come and lay your slender body next to mine

Twitches in twilight are just a reminder

Energy circle now as it is now, two minus one.

Written October 7, 2010 edited January 31, 2011

LASTLY, YOU ART

So you are content never adorning another wall with your grace

Perhaps you can’t see what I see,
Full of life and desire,

Mastery, misery and will to scan

It’s a ferocious battle of passion versus brain

You’ll sing your song of contentment for years to come and pass

I shan't argue to oppose but I am nothing if not certain your thrill

Is indeed an evolution, letting things pass, as they do in their own time and space,

Short or lengthier journeys and experiences

This matters terribly I say

Till and when you are true to yourself, a version of self you have hidden,

To the fairest of forms not even when you are looking at your own reflection

Not even in the loving arms of the dawn that dwells

You’ll awake with the only notion in your brain,

Thus you have become another, further
Closer yet detached

I no longer fight your choice not to create

Another colorful masterpiece on any surface, skin tight, under and over

My sole wish, you keep a pencil and paper nearby just in case

And motioning to the future is the likes of asking God to save all hungry eyes

Tomorrow’s creation may never arrive; I’ll then find your pencil lying on the floor

And transport my hand into yours for a brief while
Allow me to be another, fused in time

Last piece of the puzzle is never the most important one

The answer lives in the journey

May you never stop, always remain fluid in all ways,

Open as a seashell, which a wave violently turned over

Willing, wanting, if not now and if not ever

Leaving the possibility to become one with your brush
With yourself, a neighbor you pass by.

12.14.2010