when the heart yearns

when the heart yearns
it bleeds

it bleeds for you

sleeves and silver platters

put your heart on your sleeve
and pin it down on a silver platter

watch it seep
watch it grow
hear it whisper
hear it linger

put your heart on a silver platter
and pin it down on your sleeve

Tell me a vision

Of wandering eyes
and fervent wishes.
Tell me a story of chasing footsteps
and engraved pasts.
Tell me a vision.
Tell me a vision.

him

I refuse to drown in the possibilities

the flight of past
the dissolution of present
and the obscurity of future

And yet
inevitably
ever so slowly
I drown

I drown
into the depths of its very soul

the flight of past
the dissolution of present
and the obscurity of future

I miss you

In afternoons such as this

we drown the noise
to listen to memory
we dive into a sea of abandoned sound
to listen to emotion
we let stillness kiss us to sleep
to listen to heart's beat in unison
and disarray
we let our skin's warmth cradle us
with heart-sewn sleeves
and dream-state glances
to laugh with
reckless abandon
and to touch with lust caution
we frolic amongst the
infinite playgrounds of skin and silk

My mind is currently in a state of idle longing

In the dark recesses of my mind's chaotic thoughts

there is silence

the silence of the broken

And the silence is
tense

awkward

deafening

It tries to fill a gap

the silence of us

the silence of broken stares
and empty conversations

It tries to make up for lost connections
the silence of I
the silence of doubt
the silence of you
the silence of

the heart weeps of strangled emotion
of unanswered questions

the silence of inspired illusion
the silence of lost hope
of lost friendship
of lost love
the silence of

the silence tries to fill the void
tries to fill the emotion
of hands that touched
of hearts that bared

the silence tries to fill the pieces
the silence tries


the silence is tense
the silence is awkward
the silence is deafening