I will never be able to forget those eyes, those deep, soft, and blue eyes, and that night when they pierced right through me. They definitely caught me off guard. I was just trying to spot you, just know where you were, but you had already spotted me. And as I turned around, there you were, sitting a few feet away from me, with your elbows stationed on your knees, with a cigarette between your delicate fingers, and a cruel, intensified look in your eyes, as their gaze pierced right into my soul. And I will never deny that I loved every second of it.
I will also never be able to forget that moment, that moment in which we finally gave in, and your gracious body sat next to mine under the lightly pouring rain, and I was able to softly caress your eyes, and your velvety, milky skin, and those luscious, red lips I was dying to kiss. And all the time while I was faintly trying to caress your soul, your wondrous eyes were gaping at me, completely vulnerable. I knew I could have, if I wanted to. Yet I never would have taken advantage of you. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, my sweet Savior.
One of the last things, among many others I have yet to say, that I will never be able to forget, was that moment in which both of our dissipated figures stood right in front of the other, and then I softly whispered into the air for you to take a hold of my hands, and you did so, without thinking it twice. And then we were there, looking at each other’s eyes, stuck in time. And then I risked it all by just saying the words I’ll always mean, “I love you”. And you genuinely surprised me by answering back the words I’ll never forget you said, “I love you too”. And I knew you meant them, because your fragile eyes would never lie to me. And in that moment, in that exact moment, I truly felt infinite.
These are the things I will never be able to forget.
Posted by Roman on July 18, 2009 at 5:36 pm
How far can I go inside into myself and in?
The demarcation line is stopping me within
Demands and expectations from the other one
Give me; give me secure life, it is all the time
Love, forget it, lost forever in the world of ours
Became sort of dishwasher or lawnmower
Bravado
If a single breath is a sign of my life as bravado
Thus a remote thought in or out is a definition of my
Tired with a skillful attempt to cross and to be and survive
An anatomy of my lessons are chasing a study of my
And I ask for you to never to think of me what I am and what I’ll become
Disappointment and hurt that I feel for both of us at this lonely time of the night
I was and will never be proud about the past and future… ah so it comes
Within an Infinity of an Universe of my Ignorance of a human to be in a constant surprise
With you as my beloved child with wide open ayes and so demanding and acquisitive mind
Asking me why the sky is so blue and all of us are so low and above all the time
The gentleness and care you gave to me in the past of my hurt was a blinding light
You was an Angel coming to me out from all my dreams and all of my prays to be in and above
With the sweetness of your breath and tenderness of your body for both of us to be and become
I will be always with you in the core of my deserted and sacred hearth
For you and me to will and to come and feel a rain and sun of the open sky on us
The Merchant of my Flower I have to become a chosen and cursed one
I will never forget the dreams that were from me to you out of me without even a smile
From you to me, and against all of my and to me and yes all of us became all of my
A day of today hurts me so much to do and understand why
The complexity of the try and share and feel and to fly in the open sky is so hard
The question is why and why again my temporal eloquence is so hard for me to come
As an empty silver plate I wished to be filled with two roses of desire for both of us
One white for innocence of yours hearth and a red one for my love hidden behind
I do and not to will and break the feelings of a lonely and the trusted one with an open heart
So now I have to listen to myself
With the tears in my eyes
Following a menu of main dishes and desserts, of my unaccomplished disguise
And there is no care and feelings there are left in me safe and intact inside
Within all of the emptiness that comes with the sweet song of the splash of the silver one
Dancing on the table in the glory of a holly shine to secure and have and acquire
Evaluation has to be a remote projection of my soul or maybe of my mind
And the only phrase that comes to me as is it is for now
Is the life’s an unending variation of a slainte mhath?
Posted by Roman on July 20, 2009 at 4:04 pm
I do believe that my conversation with you
Shall be put in a general American Culture form
That I do and hear everywhere, is as follows…
In terms of music and humanity inside
‘Hey yo yo, me shaking me shaking my ass for yo
I fill fuck you bitch for mo, yo, yo spread yours legs for mo’
One of achievements of THE MUSIC lately
Of course it is not an aspect of my life
I like Beethoven, Chopin, Greg, and Miles Davis
Paintings, sculptures, poetry
With all my best,
Roman
Posted by esmeralda on July 20, 2009 at 4:09 pm
Sometimes I could swear I don’t understand what you say. You speak all… poetry-like. And not everyone from America speaks like that. And I’m guessing you are NOT from America. Where are you from?
PS. Your comments should become frequent. Very…
Posted by Roman on October 1, 2009 at 11:34 am
As for the country of my origin and these are: Poland, Russia, Germany, Italy, Austria and Canada.
Poetry, by the way, is not a fagot language to communicate; as you suggest so strongly.
Some people simply want to identify themselves within, using theirs brains.