soulmates

how long have we known each other
she whispered

i could not comprehend why it matters to some people.
the depth. breadth. and timing of feelings.
how can these earthly dimensions describe the intensity of emotion.
how do you measure a soul. how do you capture its essence.
how do you contemplate its play on life.
its confinement to perspectives. addictions to trivial entrapments.
the insatiable thirst to define the point of endings and beginnings.

i dont know.
maybe ever since this universe was just a ball of gas.

she smiled.

truth is. time is irrelevant to the whole context.
i was simply designed to love her.

it was raining heavily earlier today.
almost a storm, the downpour was magnificent.

i loved it.
it drowned away the rest of the world.
and the noises they made.
all the little insignificant things that they thought mattered.
all of them were lost. vaporised or drenched.
i could hear nothing but a curtain of solitude.
the speech of nature.

time was my only company.
it stood still. and mighty against them all.

the heavy rain continued.
we conversed. it was most civilised and intimate.
i found my questions answered
my conscience reflected. soothing echoes.
in the symphony of the rain.

then the rain stopped.
time rushes again. for life to begin.

aurora

she stared at me. perhaps with compassion. i could not see clearly past this darkness. it was still too early for twilight. but i felt her fingers tracing my face. soft and delicate. she wanted to comprehend. secrets. she thought i must have them hidden somewhere in these eyes.

what do you want from me

our bodies were touching but i could only feel coldness where our senses met. her hand rested against my heartbeat to my amusement. i could hardly believe it was still beating. i thought it has long dissolved into shades of melancholy. a silhouette of an empty distance. i wished i could tell her there was nothing left.

we spoke quietly. whispering intimately so that this earth would not hear us. in this hour we are the only existence. against the night sky and its fading stars. i could hear myself uttering these words to her pleasure. i was once again a lover. i felt her trembled against my skin. my lifeless touch.

she wanted me. the fire and tenderness forged by these kisses. she glowed into a spectacular sight. she reminded me of an evening star i have once loved. that has once swallowed and shattered me against her torrent suicidal wave. one that tore my soul into blackened pieces. ones that life no longer merged into.

she was still a spectacular sight. enchanting as the song that the wings of birds rose to. and she kissed me again. something in me wounded. i was held captive against this deserted moment. i tasted sincerity from her tongue. and her moist lips. her being where shadows and grief shrunk into nothingness.

sun rise

fiesta of life against the cold window. the sun rays was soft and gentle on her skin. i grew jealous as it feast slowly upon her beautiful skin like a painted sea of dessert rose. and sand dune curves. and i was the night sky that disintegrates each time the sun shines upon her boundless beauty. one that reflected from her soul like a dew on the grass.

my eyelids grew heavy. she was still there.
our fingers intertwined.