To be alone

-I’d never leave your side if I could help it. Some would call it the darkness of my soul, the weakness in me and its binding force. Perhaps. Just to hold you, or be in your presence. The warmth that comes from you, like no other. And every time our worlds collide, I have a harder time letting go. The words come quickly in your asking, “I understand, I understand,” and then you go. Leaving me, departing from me; I watch you go. The smile on my face collapses and my breath is labored. It’s a frightening place, to need […]

January 12, 2005

Cast a Spell

-The music spirals in the air between them, they look onto the road ahead. His smile still lingering, her hand in his. The car turns, right, right, right, then left. With each turn she sways to the side. With each right, she sways away and he tugs gently on her hand to keep her close. With the final left, she comes a little closer and the muscles on his face, tug a little more, widening his smile. She looks at him and she smiles, also. There’s something wonderful here. The car stops and the engine idles, then becomes silent. He […]

January 10, 2005

Coming to

– I’m growing used to your voice, the soft caress that puts me at ease. Your quiet chuckle, and the grin that soothes me in my mind. The sensing of you, somehow, intrinsically connected, yet apart. The thoughts trickle, into the space of consciousness throughout my day, and I reawaken you, in me. Relive the gentle moments, each touch, each kiss. With you, because of you, the words are given an echo. I hear them again and I hear them clearly, and I start to understand the meaning, what was said that wasn’t said. “When we were first married, and […]

January 8, 2005

Creation

-My words fall, weak, the wailing of some injured kindred, the self, uncovered, the desolate moments of the essence, of the spirit, struggling against, the barbs of consciousness and awareness. Meaning transcends essence, but essence is meaning. Words create worlds, the constant striving for a better world. Consciousness laces and undoes.

January 2, 2005

Cruise Control

-“I cast a spell on you…” the musical notes fade softly, leaving only meaning. He thinks of her and smiles. He recalls the scene from a movie, in which, in a long shot, a woman walks across the screen, stopping only to press play. It left an impression, the song. He wants to share it with her. He keeps hearing it throughout the day, each time he feels their spirits touch, and its there, on his lips, behind every word they share. The sun lingers on the lazy horizon as the wind sweeps through the canyons. They stand, the two, […]

January 1, 2005

Ky op ta

-He awakens with a thought of her, the impression of their night together, still fresh and perpetuating itself in his mind. In his half conscious state, he can feel the muscles tugging at his face and the resulting smile. It helps him open his eyes a little wider and clears his grogginess. The smile. He thinks back to the moments. The dance between them, even before they agree to dance between them. The soft caresses. Something about the sensual and the playful, something about the smiles and the sensing of each other. And ‘it’s energy he swears.’ She smiles, almost […]

December 30, 2004

Amorphous-Latent

-His mind floods over with forgotten memories of the people he’s encountered but never met again. Even then, the image eludes him. He starts to wonder how it is possible that so many conversations and their moments can lie hidden in the mind, forgotten and inaccessible but through an exhaustive plunge into the abyss of memory; and even then, not everything is recovered. Perhaps, they’re the earliest stages of Alzheimer’s. And he remembers his father moping through the house, always with that frustrated look on his face, always searching for something and being unable to find it. The weepy eyes […]

December 20, 2004

Dancing

-His hands dance upon the table, his left collapses and lies inert, his right dangles near the edge, the empty space of ambivalence. She sits to the right of him, to the side of him. Her hands wrapped around her knee. She’s holding it, not loosely, but with a certain clench. Creating warmth perhaps, the tightened muscles visible along her hand’s structure. And he continues. He feeds off of her sweet giggling, the smile that catches her face by surprise every couple of minutes when their eyes meet anew. His own face is taken as well in the sweet encounter […]

December 18, 2004

Her Question

-“What is it like to believe?” she asks. “To believe,” he says- His brown eyes glazed over, lost in the impossible dream. “To see clearly,” he smiles, her eyes inextricably fixed on his.

December 12, 2004

Abandoned

-I search for you behind my eyes, there is a glimmer, though they are closed. My hands remain a vehicle of emptiness. I’d have no better luck if you took them, tying them behind me, locked me in a dark room and asked me to find the blue corner, the one you painted over long ago. My arms continue to wail in the vacant space of you. I fall prey to the fallacy, with so much to lose, I’ve lost so much. I keep waiting for the sun to never rise and the moon to never set, and maybe find […]

December 10, 2004