skies of pleasure

 

 

 

these memories remain

 

raindrops are bound to fall

and wash away the colors of you

and the cement walls

of reality

are rising around me

like a concrete cage

 

I cannot move my fingertips,

I cannot breathe—

even my tears are not

allowed to fall

 

in the midst of autumn winter hurricanes,

all I have to do

to remember you—

is to close my eyes

and drift back into where

no-one can control me

where no-one can find me

and I can breathlessly soar

in my imagination—

 

into the endless skies of pleasure

we shared in the summer

 

the ones you lifted me to

like a god, like an eagle—

the skies you made me touch

as they'd ripple

and I'd blush

 

where the vast, vast oceans

and the wide, wide seas

seemed like pearl drops, at best

or dots of crystal dew

so distant—beneath our feet

 

so elevated,

 

cruising on the ascent of desire

 

brushing the crest of passion

 

back when you cut the ribbon,

and burned the bridges

 

when you promised me

that we'd pretend my old life

never existed

we'd transcend

the days

back when I used to believe

that hope was a candle,

with a flame of ash

 

when I used to think,

those skies were unreachable

and love was fiction

 

a philosophy of romantics—

 

back when my feet

were nailed to the floor

like they are today,

right now,

 

cement

 

with a smile, I reminisce

on the open summertime

 

how limitless it used to be

with shades of blue from left to right

and amber searing from above

back in the summer

when I was still

somewhere at the center of the sun

drenched in sea spray,

cushioned by golden air

with so much room for mistakes

 

like an endless open sky

never to end

like it did today

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

and now I close my eyes and envision

the most beautiful kind of warmth

 

yes

 

I soar into our vast, open skies

of endless color

and endless pleasure

just to remember the way it tasted on my lips

or how it felt on my skin

and sounded in my ears

and scorched like beach sand upon my soul

 

back when everything was still so soft, so protected

when time stood still

and your lips were mine—all mine

 

 

 

yeah—

 

I float away

to our forgotten skies

 

and I'm grateful that

these memories remain

 

 

thank you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

criticism is welcomed, I feel like there's something that might need to be changed.

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

Rhyme is all I would ask for, but then again I am a fanatic n that reguard...

[Orlando Murcia]

Bro I have nothing to criticize honestly
You spoke through every emotion that was neccessary
I really enjoyed reading this

The only thing is that I would never thank my ex
F**k that b***h!!

You have a heart of forgiveness it seems but I dont

Great write!!

Orlando M

[Omar]

I wrote this as a therapeutic, summery gift to myself, as a break-up poem which would help me shake off the rest of the summer-love afterglow of a relationship which, as perfect as it seemed, had to be ended. Openly accepting any criticism and hope you enjoy:)

O