Northern Capital
NORTHERN CAPITAL
Sights of enormous scale
hot, dry, heavy on me
yet cold and distant
I feel the past weeping up from my feet
through my body into my eyes
a past that is not mine
but feels like I was here.
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They smile, like nothing happened
Safety at first glance
but something’s lurking
behind those countless camera eyes
The night had fallen
the warm air engulfed me
I’m moving to a new rhythm
entranced by your hypnotic dance.
Lips on lips
love bite
tension
Your tender frame in my big hands
we leave after the break of dawn
drunk -
from kisses
and cheap spirit
you wanted more
I wanted to escape
The rain set in
the mood had changed
I could not forget his yearning words
so I gave in, we raced on bikes
this time in bright daylight
I was feeling free
wanting you
to adore me
The river lay there, cool and steady
unlike our bodies
burned up with desire
Unleashing our longings
in privacy that he had paid
under his demanding spell
like I had never felt
I reversed roles, for the first time
gave in and let him take the lead
his yearning strong
but not fulfilled
I wanted you to trust me blind
not with your body
but in your sleep.
We wandered off to separate worlds
I visit yours
It makes me cry
A place without hope, cold and wide
Trying to rekindle
what had fizzled out that night
I long to connect, feel you
too much perhaps
I cannot sleep
so I leave
the desert heat
preserve my heart
from falling too deep
