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Every time our bodies meet, the world dissolves—
two souls suspended in time, hovering in golden light.
Your skin brushes mine and lightning blooms beneath the surface,
a wild, sacred fire that sets the air trembling.
We move like rivers rushing into the sea,
electrifying, endless, the sweetest ache I’ve ever known—
your touch a velvet storm, your breath a hymn against my throat.
In those suspended hours, I am alive in ways language fails,
hearts colliding soft as silk and fierce as falling stars,
lost in the heat where nothing else has ever reached me.
You make me whole, trembling, glowing, undone.
Then you leave.
And the suspension shatters.
The door closes like a tomb sealing shut,
and I collapse into ruins, beautiful and broken.
My heart bleeds slow across the sheets we warmed together,
crimson rivers carving canyons through my chest.
I curl into the hollow you left behind,
whispering your name into shadows that swallow sound.
My soul yearns—raw, desperate, clawing at the emptiness—
a wild bird beating against the cage of my ribs,
begging for the spark of your fingers tracing fire on my skin once more.
Oh, how cruel this beauty is.
In your absence, I am a wilted garden under midnight rain,
petals bruised and trembling, roots thirsting for the storm only you bring.
The silence screams where your heartbeat used to echo,
and every breath tastes of salt and longing.
I’d trade eternity for one more suspended moment—
skin to skin, souls entwined outside of time—
even if it means this exquisite wreckage when you go.
Come back to me, my love, though loving you destroys.
I wait here bleeding, yearning, suspended in the dark,
a fragile flame flickering for the touch that makes me burn.
Without you, I am only echoes and embers—
beautiful in my ruin, forever calling your name.
The Dee Denial
From start you doubted me
And thus rejected me
You thought perhaps I could not give
The things you sought of me.
You never let me try
To prove I would not lie
To make you, in the end, believe
Than that I’d rather die!
But still I worshipped you
And all things promised you
But nay, you feared I might deceive
From what friends told to you.
If only you’d believed
Your thoughts were ill-conceived
And now I’m left alone to grieve
A love not well-received.
I’ll love you from afar
Sing ‘que sera, sera’
I guess in time I’ll learn to live
Without that last ‘Hurrah!!!’
(The Fg 81.5.8.)
If I had the chance to do things
different I would,
As I look back now I wouldn't
have given up on us.
Verse 1
Although you made me mad and
so very sad,
Our little fight was nothing compared
to this hurt that I feel…..
Chorus
If I could go back and tell you what’s
on mind,
I’d tell you that our love story was one
of a kind.
And I’d hold you close my dear,
instead of losing you last year.
Verse 2
I never thought I would lose you so
soon,
If I could go back in time I would never
let you go.
Looking back our argument was petty
and childish.
Chorus
If I could go back and let you know
what’s real,
I’d open up my heart and tell you how
I feel.
Bridge
I love you so very much. And I
long and crave for your touch.
Why did you have to leave so
suddenly?
This was supposed to be our best
year,
Right before our fight that dreadful
night ,
Our plans were crystal clear.
Now everything is just a blur….
Because I lost you last year.
1-8-18
*Fictional Write about a couple that had a fight and unthinkable happened...
She wears a wing with the golden light,
All she wanted in her life, was to shine bright.
Just like the pure shower of rain that drizzles from the sky,
She was an angel that flies high.
In the world of imagination, where there are no set of limitations,
She jumped above all the barriers with all her expectations.
She had silver hair a heart of gold,
The smile on her face would never grow old.
But then, she stood far away from me like a setting sun,
And I could see the time in the sand glass run.
No matter how hard I tried to hold it, catch it, lock it
But somewhere I knew, I could not stop it.
Everytime I go down your memory lane,
I miss your touch, I fell empty and all I feel is the infinite pain.
one wonders what might have been
the tapestries in my mind are constantly rearranging
as the wind chimes play in my mind, it is evident that i dig your rhythm
watching the rain on the back patio, thinking about the scent of you
when your body reacts, how would you stare into my eyes
all i have are these careless insects to tell my problems to
i caught a glimpse of you at the movie theater with your family
the look of you was so peaceful and cozy
here i am....my date a popcorn and drink combo
i wonder if you would let me finger you in the darkness of the movie theater
wait....let me clear my thoughts for a minute....
now i have to go to the bathroom to regain control of my thoughts
i admit to the man in the mirror that i was such a fool to choose personal, material wants over you, the only one i truly love
when the lights turn on, i am embraced by the quiet of the loneliness in every room
i smile when i greet, but i cry inside
one wonders what might have been....in the actual light of reality....
How to say goodbye.
Days pass by with no love in sight,
But throughout the sighs, I see a Wife.
My Wife, not yours;
You are safe from my charisma.
I believe in a true love;
You can keep your amoeba.
Through the spirits of time,
I have had conversations with past lives,
And all day long, I write the same lines.
Every page contains love or death,
Truth or lie, but still I cannot hide.
In days of yore, I spared a thought,
To what she would think, if she read my ink,
But now I hold no remorse; no love; no more,
For she has disappeared away from my world.
This day is at an ending;
I am through with all pretending.
Sarah speaks through her verses…never lending.
I ask nothing of you,
For I am no longer your true.
There is only time for one last sigh;
No time for a final line to say goodbye.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The Lost Bird In The Sky
Somewhere there sits a lone man
at a bar filled with lowlifes
lost in his thoughts
mad at the world
and at her
it's eight in the morning
and dawn is long past
and its eve's seat he'll now nurse
across the bar room
through the blinds, some sun peeks in
over the seedy rug
the sun drying the last cleansing
of a patron's puke
the musky smell the last of his worries
his eyes take in the bar
he intimates a hand gesture to other patrons
and a meaningless nod
indifferent to being friendly
matching the terrain
of the other lowlifes at the bar
all on crutches, it seems
on the wall
hangs pictures of storm clouds
black and ominous as his life
the first of his worries
him and his head always drooping
or were those pictures in his imagination
the music box plays a sad song
smoke gets in your eye
followed by lies
another sad song
stories of his life
accentuated
grabbing at him
his worries
her effect
how poetic, he smiles
him in effigy
through the smoke in his eyes
and more beer
he can clearly see her
with a voodoo doll in hand
sticking needles in him
maybe deservingly
if only he could tell her a story
he thinks better of his thoughts
and a pending epilogue
thirsting for sunshine instead
his eyes glance up at the women bartender
plain, plump, playful, pierced
sunshine for the moment
his lips, and tongue curl
his feet touch earth, seeing if it's still there
as she lumbers back and forth serving drinks
her backside sticking up like a beehive
and for a moment he wants to be a bee
he plays with his beer bottle
running his hands past it's neck
caressing, taking a sip
thinking of his past love
the softness of her neck
erect
her essence
of how pleasing it would be to touch her
her nest
if only he could be a bird for a moment
fly and be in flight with her
together in the sky
making baby birds
their innocence and first tweets
that would have been nice
now ... landed at a hole in a wall
his eyes and thoughts keep soring
he grabs more beer
more beer
pausing to grab some honey with his eyes
he keeps playing with his loose change
spinning a quarter
like watching her pirouette
again and again
she had that effect on him
connie pachecho
11/15/17
I've met the cold shoulder
with silent regard
And believed that I could break the ice
if I tried very hard
Silence meets the cold unbareable stare
A smile would be living
if I were not there
The warm of the fire
has been compleatly extinguished
The prayer was there
all I needed was a spark
but all she did was sit there
on the mourners bench of my heart
And the revelation was
That the demon was more welcome than I
I believed and tried
I believed and tried
Words of dedication, words of lies
Words of love
so beautiful from Heaven above
Surely they've melted the hearts of all
save one
the only one
the one that mattered
the one I loved
She was an adventuress.
I'd visit her, though far.
Before we grew apart I'd send letters.
Head leaned back. That old familiar pillow.
That familiar smell of home. The letter I wrote always carried that familiar smell, although far away.
She promised she'd return. Home to a place of comfort.
I knew she found home a long time ago.
Single reason I too became a traveler.
Forgetting where I placed the keys to the house.
Finding a separate road that rounded and round, walking fast I hurried.
Finding the opposite direction more peaceful.
The sky more bluer.
That old pillow no longer familiar.
Until I inherited land and built a house.
Away from the window of her eye
I feel no sympathy
for someone who doesn't call
when I send her roses;
I tried to apologize for all
the unkindness
and the anger that made me run
from her and wind up alone;
how I wanted to take
those words back...
even these tears
won't prove my sincerity!
Scarlet roses of August...
the bright color of the sunset
on a summer's evening,
today is another lonesome beginning
for me who finds your unforgiveness so vain...
made stronger by my useless pain!
I didn't have wings...I learned to fly,
and it took more than good faith
to believe in you step by step;
now all ends with this sad goodbye!
Scarlet roses of August...
staring at me and my vanity;
it could have turned out differently,
if I only had treated her more kindly!