This Summer

Days melding into nights,

nights so alive,

people, faces, music, moving.

Excited babble,

Long-awaited plans

become surreal flights landing

Tired feet in well worn heels,

markets, malls, childhood wonderlands,

foreign languages soothing ears

Sleepy kisses, sunset picnics

Lazing on a scorching shore

Just living.

Sinking

For what its worth, you make my days,

the same way that you break them.

Nowadays I wish I could do without,

but I guess its a little late.

Too far gone.

Salvation

Rest, it eludes me.

eyes closed, eyes open,

I see nothing

Nothing but a shadow,

hazy streaks upon the stony ceiling

as time passes, inching slowly,

my heart begins to stumble,

then a Fall.

doubts dragging me down below

sinister thoughts, lurking,

awaiting in the depths

familiar faces absent from above

And the musty darkness envelops me

Squeezing. Seizing my lungs.

A gasp,

A breath,

A breeze.

A waif-like sliver of light

The scent of hope in a distant corner

there lies the moonlit window

dim,

flickering,

beautiful.

a faint light reaching out its hand.

ps. I know I said to expect a sequel but not quite yet! This is a joint project with my friend (:
feedback please!

Last Summer

An absent-minded arm dangles recklessly from the couch

Snippets of seamless conversation flicker by unheard

Another errant limb rests, floating just above the floor

The artificial breeze blows cool upon a cheek, a forehead, a hairline

Skin glistening like the dewy drops of condensation

Trickling from the glass with its clinking cubes of ice

Mindless Days Pass