Blue Bricks
Coffee WritingInspired by Reba Entire and Sarah Davis's "Does He Love You?" and the compostion of BEAST's "Rainy Days"
Dearest Yi Xing,
Emptiness accompanies the remnants sometime after the stars wink and before they bid adieu.
In our nightly adventures, the moon solely witnesses the passion in those of more freedom.
In heavily shadowed rooms that grow with each passing day, already fading scars remind all visitors of what we once achieved.
Does he make you smile with secret dimples known to none before me?
Does drawing drapes still scrape your calloused tips before embarrassing sounds bounce together, never to escape the confides of the thick walling.
After the moment passes during the cooling period, do you hold him like you do to me, lull him to slumber with sweet nothings and soft caresses?
Midst your midnight explorations in beachside coves and
my daily efforts to unleash intrinsic emotions, we met in accepted servitude.
From there we traveled around and back in the same place, accumulating more as we did so, you feathers and I only wishful wet sand.
Still you as ever clever, painting in broken
leaf shards and sea glass
while the rest only stare to fathom something
they lost long ago in worlds
more distant than imagined though always known.
I hope you love him like I dream of us to do.
I hope you cherish him like a friend,
surround him like a parent,
educate him like a professor.
I hope you make him happy as you have done to me so along.
However know that you will remain to be the sixth, reason one to encompass all those before him in one single body of happiness, ignorance, and childish fantasies that prove to be alive, burning in the very core of our beings guarded within layers of mature foolishness.
Please return to younger selves of silhouettes,
Transparent to the world
Blasé to onlookers
Disturbed to encounters
Infatuated with each other.
I could camp in your collarbones,
count the dark scars like constellations, and never get tired of hearing melodies from an age ripe of class and elegance.
Maybe another time, in another life,
Angel.
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