Eyes of Fire: nuclear

eyezoffyre:

your gaze rests upon my shoulder
like a black hole
sinking me into an oblivion
where only our two heartbeats
will be heard

I fear to look up

the nuclear energy flashing 
in your eyes, 
the places on my neck
that rate on fire
where your lips could ravish, 
the edge-of-combustion feeling
inside of me when I see you…

this contagion of desire
that sinks into the skin above my heart
is a garden I don’t dare stroll into
for fear I might find I desperately need
a life filled with only our laughter

I don’t want you to live inside
of me like a secret wind
with all the loneliness of a leaf
in the forest 
who is denied love through the dark green spaces 
that it forever remains
where sunlight has forgotten it
and its unreachable happiness is
a sadness that moans and
pushes its solitudes 
deeply into the root of its tree
and where loneliness is a desperate cry
after it has been torn from its anchor

love is a dying hope where
my heart can lie restless
like the leaf farthest from the stars
so, please not too close

your nuclear eyes 
are a bargaining chip I can’t afford
as they stir my soul into 
an endless dance 
of wanting and hope
the source of possible pain
where I could find myself offering 
my soul in wholeness

a death for life
simply to light a fire
on my shoulders from your mouth
where my skin turns into
a newborn star
a flash of radiance that
awakens the universe

your touch could, quite possibly,
be a never ending
creation of universe within universe
a collision of existence
like life itself blown apart
where the end of the universe is 
where two dormant hearts awaken
and cause life to recreate itself

distance…
my black night that asks
the moon for her light

you make me want to love,
or die, or leave

and this confusion stirs
in the pit of my stomach
like a stone in the darkest place
of the ocean

so I break away 
from your gaze
and fade back into the shadows
where my heart talks to the stars once again
to dream of a nuclear kiss
that I may never have the courage to accept
for my heart cannot afford 
another death

Eyes of Fire: an awakening of sorts

eyezoffyre:

Built inside
every second,
there is a lingering;
if you give pause
long enough
you might just feel
its vibration.
 
Have you ever noticed
how, upon shedding
their old self,
cicadas sing
to a crescendo?
It’s as if they are
paying tribute to
their own transformation.
 
I often wonder—
is this mantra
also to help mankind
clear their mind;
like a Buddhist chant,
cleansing the toxins
from the darkened blood
that pumps through
our fragile paper-like skin
that we all wish to shed?
 
Even the wind
seems to pulsate
to their rhythm,
perhaps to move it
further along,
faster,
to the sound of
      now.
 
Now breathe.
 
Older than
the sun and moon,
memories of happiness
linger on my tongue…
pieces and particles of
beauty and indifference.
 
We awaken while dying,
like moths
watching themselves
in the reflection
of a light bulb.
 
Can there be
one day in your life
that didn’t have at least
a fragment of beauty?
(So long as you don’t mind
a little death…)
 
After all,
I know I have all
the universe
to rest my soul,
 
and so my heart dances
in the memory of
a million sunsets
(already vanished).
 
This is when
I close my eyes
and try to catch
the soft sounds
that often
elude me.

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