I used to know Sanchez
He was every Spanish
Every PuertoRico
Every San Juan
Every memory
Tenderly tucked away
In my smart phone
He was my lover
He was my Papi
POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
This is a drawling
Not to be confused with a real life event
I watched my chest
Only flesh between the earth and my breast
That heaved monumental particles of me
Fragmented remnants
Debris
Left behind
Shattered glass
Little pieces of me
I needed his bricks to build me strong
Nestled in his flesh is where I belonged
And so I wait
For
A steady heave
To blow deep in my chest

Light lily’s breeze through his building
Turning his mouth cotton candy
Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?
With laughter
From embarrassment
Or
From an hour glass
Timeless image
Faded photograph
That blew butterflies thru my frame
And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains
Not even the roughest twister
Can tame
His hurricane
That paints
A picture
Of Her
Thank you http://seanbidd.com/category/duets/ for another wonderful poem (:
Another duet by Sean and me https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/
The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn
Rains upon the Serengeti
Where leopards of the storm chase as the fading light dwindles
And we try to rekindle spring which was only a fling
Shhhhh
Because we promised never to speak of those thing
That grew puppet strings
Crossways of secrecy mingle with winter
Inviting summer to join in its drunken slumber
That bullied him wrong and turned loves emotion several notches to strong
And still I loved her turbulently
Diligently
Consistently
Blatantly
Loving her on purpose
Yet, all I want to hear are the sounds
The songs
But desperation takes too long
In the distant Rift Valley far from here
Between the faults of atmosphere
I peered into echoing goodbyes
And a trillion tears fell from my broken cries
Beneath the changing evening sky, bliss, sublime, nights
Where river veins unravel
To share cherished life
Filled with tales deep and ancient
Thoughts
Trapped
Tainted
The sun and moon
Conflicted
We missed it
Love
Far from a dark heart which dances to the shadow
And light of distant times
As I listen to your voice in the lines of words
And I know if she could be anything
She’d be a bird
I hear her thoughts
Thoughts like those of a dreamer
A believer
A chance to redeem her
Of places
Take form above
Forgetting all that time has borrowed from a past
I wake
Knowing
That sometimes
Even dreams don’t last
The thunder of a thousand hooves like late Autumn
Rains upon the Serengeti
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