Little Prince

-- About two weeks ago I sat down after reading my sisters blog, for my nephew, and I tried writing something for him. My fingertips went to work hitting keys forming words but nothing I came up with was much more than that, words. I gave up only to come back again and begin with the same line I had once started with “Close your eyes little prince”, maybe its that line that is holding me back from writing something truly beautiful because this writing once again will go without truly being started. But I’ll post it just the same, half written and longing to be finished.

“Close your eyes little prince.
Drift away into a world of dragons and queens;
fairies and talking flowers.
Let the softness of your pillow become the clouds beneath your head.

Close your eyes little prince,
regain your cotton thrown of red and gold.”

Honeydew and Angels

Blank paper, blank pages.
Fringes, ink.
Smudged across my skin,
the blue and black
of my pen.
Of my words,
so keen of you they
only form your flattery.
Simple curves,
subtle lines perfectly
shaped to form three simple
words.
Three words that mean more
to me then the blank pages,
or the ink smeared across my finger tips.
Rough patches of thoughts,
of dreams.
Walking, kissing, holding,
I cannot fathom this world with out you.
My pen would be still,
No movement,
No lines.
The curves of those three simple words ,
of those 8 tiny letters
dismissed into the dark sky
of writers past.
Where no one dare retrieve a thought,
in fear of being stuck.
Empty minded without your voice,
your touch, your scent.
Honeydew and angels.
Black and blue,
smeared across my skin;
across my paper, my pages.
Forget me not for
I will always remember you
with my words, these three words;
so simple they roll from my lips., I love you.

Future Noises

Non-harmonic energies intertwine,
our lips pressed against each other
like a child on glass.
Funny faces, little giggles.
Innocence no more,
not after that night.
Bodies moving.
Withering as if in pain
but in pleasure.
Melting into each other,
my mind
my soul
is now ours.
Future noises,
dreams
rush threw me when I hear those words.
Its like a childhood vision,
from a magazine,
an old movie.
Black and whites.
A glamour star,
perfectly planned out love affairs,
that end in words.
Scrolling just scrolling
black on white like the colors
of their skin.
Not ours.
We create colors together,
We create the world.
We create love.

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Zachary.