taylinim
to the bone or like condensation frozen in time from hot hot sex
raw untethered passion is a fleeting phase
but what I'd do to get another taste
like friends like lovers, are boundaries transcendent or do we stay locked up and put away for good? my mind is climbing, fighting these bars to break free of hands that won't let go, fists clench or beat, but I... I swear I'm going to fly up and out with my hands stretched wide
let's centrifuge the world, so that the people of different races, religions, sexual orientations, backgrounds, and ideals will blend, come together as one. not one less, not one more. now that's a whole new world.
something trees cannot grow, something the wind cannot blow, something, something that only we can feel. it's this. this, you, me, us that doesn't make sense biologically, logically, what about physically? the hormones, is it the impulses of chemicals running through our bodies, because I can't deny chemistry exists! but is that enough? I know it's more, it is more than that. what, the spiritual? the divine? we're only human but there's more, because I can't explain what brings two people to the culmination of euphoria and love, it's love, so great and so deep within us, not mental, not psychological, but more, more. that's all it is, it's something more and I swear it's heavensent.
one piece, that's all you get. no take backs don't be an indian giver but give me what you've got, best shots and all. show me you as whole but broken in pieces, so that I can maybe just maybe do what I can to put you back together again - all in one piece.
some say temptation, but that might discount everything we could ever want. I want to be yours, and I can't even say that draws me for the reasons one would normally draw me with faith or diamonds, good names or background checks. it's all out of mind and I have to say that it's all I want, using the only beating part of my body that doesn't make sense.
shake me, you told me you would once. will you rattle me? to my core, my core my seeds melt, meld into zig zag see saw puzzle pieces that need and need that match. come, piece me together again. with you.
Something about the way your eyes melt when they lock with mine, it's like staring at a reflection, but unlike the static glass of a mirror, it's moving, they're searching. Where are you going? I'm right here and there's nothing else in this world but the two pools, moving like water, showing me only the hints of the deeper end into your you. I could get lost in them, even drown under, just don't stop, promise me you won't give up treading this world with me.
I know a guy, his name is David but they called him Ruby because that is also his name, his last. He left my high school freshman year, we sat by each other in global science and he left and went to an arts school in Orange County. Now he's studying film at Chapman and he knows my friend, Jackie, who I met at Interlochen. He was in a film she produced and I think that this world is so small and so personal, but for some reason, so foreign. There's something about the unknown and being one. Strangely, it doesn't stay that way for too long. Maybe that's a good thing.
Organic chemicals, compounds, what are we but a few bonds and atoms. But feeling, matter, these things matter but matter is not part of this equation. Where does it come from? You tell me, because science can't explain everything, not love, not happiness, emotions or vibes. No, it's not just a concoction of hormones or chemical signals, because that still doesn't tell me. Where. Does. It. Come. From.
It's only the beginning of understanding.
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