
¿a dónde van los rayos del sol?

lagged encounters.
a little bit sinful
even slightly erotic
the way you carry
my lust in your pocket
and it just takes a second
to ignite on it's own
as soon as i realize
that we are alone
and all these thoughts
tumble through my mind
even though
i try my gestures hide
but its unbearable
to hold still
when i have nothing to offer
my free will
of wanting to feel your hand
tracing the contours of desire
everything stops
but the prickle crackle of fire
and all i want is closeness
no matter the cost
to be in the same skin
you with no loss
and when i feel your breath
blow the deepest of emotions
i know that you best
will acknowledge my devotion
moments of silence
tell me nothing of your sensation
until i'm closer
i hear the manifestations
that i'm pleasing
what can't be put in words
that i'm reaching
what's barely even heard
and i rejoice in those moments
in which you melt in my hands
moments when you're vulnerable
more of a man
and those are the moments
when i breathe you in
to form part of me
leave your print on my skin
and your movements and actions
stay tattooed on my surface
revealing plans
of future performance
and i always look for the way
to be in the situation
where words are superfluous
and are of no preoccupation
when we are quiet
we always say more
we're more careful
of feelings that soar
and i dream of future encounters
with peril of nerves
for they come over me
and paralyze my verbs
when i begin to think
about it before hand
i become weak
i become lagged
i guess i'm still shy
when it comes to you
i guess i feel
younger than i'd like to
i'm still worried of
pleasing you
of making it right
my only stage:
tonight.
newskin
