Author S. K. Nicholas

Lust in twist and turns like curls of glory that rush between us. Mouths and tongues beneath swirling suns of whatever comes as we fall and fall and fall from endless strands of thought and dreams to some other place where nothing can touch us. Heaven in the brightness of the sun as your arms hold me close as we know only of warm snow melting never melting as the smoke from my mouth clings to your body only it’s not yours it’s mine. This sadness not sadness just the letting go of what was once faith only faith is temporary and as your belly rests against mine the skyline owes us all the tomorrows we could ever wish for and as my hands bring you closer the lights shine brighter as the world has no reply. I’m growing old but as long as I have you in my heart I defeat the night. As long as you’re close then I spit stars into the sky every time the bones in my body respond to your hush. What it all means there’s no way of knowing for sure but as the horrors of living sweep away so many we should know that to love amongst the dreaded waves of time is the most glorious thing we can ever do and as the universe tears itself apart we just laugh as we lose ourselves in each other’s embrace. Such temporary tears. Such wonder in these vessels that know only flesh. Let go, leave them all behind as we fall through clouds of fire. Winter in your eyes as the curtains call your name and as Sunday turns to Tuesday we just lay there drifting like dust and sand along an endless beach far away from pain. No such thing as love they say but they’ve never spent a lifetime in your arms circling distant plains and as champagne flows there’s nowhere left to go but deeper and deeper until all they once knew of us is no longer known. To let go is most beautiful. To breathe without fear the only thing we should ever aspire to. Lovers in the dark as the rest can only chase their own tales but we have it all so we just dance in the breeze that dances with the flame of a candle. Let go and hold me close and sing me a song that takes us a million miles away to where we used to play as children so carefree and fathomless from the ordinary ones that haunt more than death.