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The burning embers of our love blow along the wind to run up and down our skin. We came from a place only the Dragons knew, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart, and I smashed our love into shards of crystal.
We stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt ash.
My chest aches and yours broke;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
Your chest hurts after the two of you fight, and you feel wretched at the hurt he anchors to the shore again.
You want to be understood, but the way you say your words and your overthinking mind get in the way betraying who you are.
You’re hurting so intensely that your chest aches, your blood boils, and you feel the weight of it all.
His anchor won’t remain in the sea for very long, so don’t throw yourself into the deep waters of emotion;
there’s no need to lose yourself.
It’s only another fight.
You are both humans.
Soon you’ll both return
to your journey on
the sea of your lives.
your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
from below
light
from above
love
our love
and
our light
It’s been too long for you and me, but we cannot touch each other for the sun is too hot, and our skin is too dry.
The humidity creeps higher and higher, yet there’s no relief in this hell. Nature wants her way.
I would tell you about my day, then you could do the same, yet we’re too spent to move.
Then the buzz begins. We are electric and wired to what’s coming from the atmosphere.
Birds in the sky fly away or chat madly in the trees; there are so many parrots, sparrows, and a few cockatoos and rosellas.
The cat meows nervously and begins purring loudly, rubbing against us, hoping for a lap or pats.
Outside, the wind picks up, the trees blow about, and the madness sets into our minds.
We’re wired and starting to feel increasingly weird when the lightning crashes.
Then the rain begins to pour hard. We start to smell the rain, and we feel the change.
Laying about listening to the rain, we begin to touch one another. Our skin is so wet now.
You said my name each time I came back to you. I always returned to you, and you always tried to save me.
As the sunsets in 2018, I remember your words and my name; my name I do not utter.
Should I be myself, or is it just a word?
I’m sure you would know, but you are in the clouds, and I’m down here calling to you.
They stand hand in hand taking in the beauty of the Alps.
Reflective and oddly calm, she says, “Up here, the world is crisp and clean. You and I can talk without the madness of society getting in the way… Don’t you love the way the snow sits upon the mountains, yet the sun still shines, and it isn’t too cold?“
He pauses for a few moments to breathe in the crisp air, “It’s beautiful for an Autumn day… the light, it’s welcomed here and not despised… I could live in this country…“
She looks at him and smiles, so he adds, “The sun feels different in Australia compared to Switzerland… Perhaps it is weaker?“
She squeezes his hand, and he kisses her forehead. She adds, “Yes… it feels fainter… let’s stay a little longer.“
They sit in the park.
The seat is wooden and bare.
New to all of this, he asks her about love.
She thinks for a time, then says, “Love is less than simple, yet more complicated than hard to define. I will not try, but I will say love is beauty“.
He found his heart.
I’m falling in love with you.
You’re a drug to me, yet it’s my hands round your neck you love.
Wild tormented girl, you’ve taken my heart.
We drive down the coast, waiting for the world to end.
It might, tonight.
your touch
will convince
her
sorrowful heart
love
is enough
Her mind was calm
until she saw
those pink roses.
Now, with his help,
she starts dissolving;
dissolving and
running into puddles.
She can’t stop the ache,
which clouds her mind and
blurs the pink roses.
There is only one cure;
only the trees need stare now.
C & K 