You lay with the window open wide,
the curtains licking the air.
Two bodies merged as one,
entwined in limbs, sweat and wind,
bedraggled breaths roll from your throat.
I watch as you press your pink fleshy lips to his.
Your head dipping habitually to where his hand rests on your shoulder.
The smile spreads slowly across your face as he strokes your cheek with an outstretched forefinger.
You take it in your mouth, as though it were a stick of rock.
Sweet as honey,
as sweet as the grin that emblazons your face.
Enjoy it while you can my love.
For neither of you will see tomorrow.
You will both become dust, trapped in the wind,
blowing through an open window into a room of treachery
“If the lake sees the ocean, it will want big waves! If the ocean sees the lake, it will want calm days that lasts for years!”
“The sky loves lakes rather than oceans because it finds the opportunity to watch itself in the crystal clear mirrors of the lakes!”
Title: Dubstep Piano on the lake
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past