Louder than bombs

Turn up the sub until you drown in bass, open the blinds to let sunshine pore in through the cracks, and taste time on your tongue, tickling each tastebud and running down your throat like liquid gold

I knew this boy who wasted every moment and every second. Never stopping to embrace the universe in a caress so kind
He never stopped to watch the sun set between those skyscrapers where men in ties dream of far off lands and women draped in garlands of jasmine.
I told him that he is not this hardened personality, not this body with eyes that narrow with cynicism
He is not the wry smirk that clouds over his beautiful features
He is infinite space
And he laughs at me, eyes brighter than whole constellations
Rational thought and logic fade
Time holding his breath for this one little moment
A soap bubble in the sun, iridescent and fragile
And as a child pops the bubble with a chubby finger
So our moment ends
Honest laughter of two stupid kids in love subsides
Time resumes and we continue walking, hands entangled
Hands meant to hold
Each step closer to our dreams, our fears, our greatest desires

the universe

The smell of wet cement is beautiful. It's the reverse of sunshine on grass. The wetness, the smell rising reminds you of cool days and fresh water. A tinkling bell and cold hands. Sunshine is like fresh squeezed orange juice spilling light onto grass. It's warm, delicious,hot and almost sexual.

It's spring and the waves of the ocean are beckoning me closer. She is almost human. I imagine she is voluptuous- all curves, thick thighs and softness. But her eyes would speak of her wrath and her skin would taste of salt. Skin of sand, hair of seaweed. The water is her womb and all the creatures her children.

I smell the sunshine, I feel it's heat warming my skin, a hot kiss. I taste the rain, drops of water that bring destruction and bring life.

The skeletal trees are remembering who they are and showering us with the gift of cherry blossoms. Pink snow that dances on the breeze before tumbling and meeting the ground with a quiver.

I feel it all and I long to be part of it.