Vernacularvomit

(a piece I hope you’ll enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. J )

I saw the sunrise in his eyes, and felt the sunset in his kiss. Hypnotizingly he made me retreat to his room. Crack-addict mattress covered in his dried tears. He spends his nights reading expired love notes from past false lovers, but admires my depth like the leagues of the ocean. He sleeps with his doors unlocked for me. Leaves his windows opened for me. He hopes that one day he will get the world back by speaking his words through his mic and in between beats.

He tastes like pure morning dew with a touch of honey. His eyes so rare, not just of the color but I see a star that twinkles in and out of sync whenever we lay together. Silence is nothing but a beautiful essence of stillness and comfort. Incense burns in the background and the lights are turned off, but the firery sunset keeps the room lit with a dark orange.

Love spills out of each of us as we kiss, drowning in each others passion, but not wanting to come up for air. Yes, it’s just that good. We make love to single body parts alone, trapped into euphorias beyond the sky’s limit. He tasted my brown sugar and developed a sugar rush from the love that overflowed out of me.  Jealous eyes taunt us because they feign for a love so unheard of like ours. It tips the axis of the earth. Our heat between each other exceeds the temperature that engulfs the room on colds nights.

Our faith in each other holds us tight together, but detaches our selves from the world. We beg to be submerged into a galaxy, blinded by the fact that love is dangerous, but the shooting stars that immerse us urge us to not be afraid.

So, we keep on going. Passion taking us higher, higher and higher…

Until we collided with the stars and disintegrated with only constellations being the single thing left of our existence.

And we love it.

It was dawn and I couldn’t sleep, so there I was.

Each molecule of my breath made a crop circle onto the glass window. And as I stared out into empty space, a light strip of sunrays stayed static at the horizon. My fingertips touch droplets on blades of grass and attach themselves to my skin feeling as if they belonged there. The fleshy soil of the earth stuck to the soles of my feet, and to the soul of my being. I belonged to the earth, as it belonged to me. Each of us a prisoner, and the universe was master. The stars begun to flicker out like neon lights and the sun became territorial over the sky.

My house smelled of melted candle wax and increasing despair. So many filled moleskins everywhere tell stories, beautiful lies, and ugly truths. They stay wide open with coffee stains on the edge of the pages. I bask in its aroma and it slowly escalates into ambiguity. Ink blotches on the inside resemble blood that dripped from wounds of my mind.

I pierced myself onto the floor trying to figure out where everyone went. The weatherman on TV said we would look forward to sultriness with a chance of euphoria. That made me think of you, inevitably. Playing hide and seek silently in the back of our minds. Behind everything, in every corner, every nook, we inhaled the secrets of each other and then clashed like waves on rocks until we disintegrated into the letters of words in my moleskin.

The sun laid itself softly on my body, hitting my bones ever so gently. I drank room-temperature green tea from a Styrofoam cup left over from last night and made myself a cocoon out of a blanket.

I couldn’t help but to wonder about the footprints that started in this very living room and faded out the door. I remember it was the first time you came to my door with your heart in your hand, chest still heaving, everything still worked. Your eyes glazed over with tears thick as candle wax.

“I’m trying not to fall apart,” you told me. I took the beating heart, my two hands holding life. “Just make it quick,” you said, becoming cyanotic. You lay on your back and I attached valves, configured arteries, and realigned veins. With my tired hands I stitched you up with confidence.

That was you. You penetrated yourself into my life and you’re here to stay, but I still miss you.