Falling, and falling slowly.
Falling for that dark skin, those dark eyes.
I was a boy, nothing more;
Life was pretty goddamned jaded.
Living in the shadow of all that made it.
Sitting beside, smiling away;
Fright in the eyes of the mirror all day.
I wonder back to those strange days,
Days of dark, days of unnoticed suffering.
I thought, I wondered, and I longed,
All for something I could never sway my way.
Especially not in those sorrowful, jaded days.
Powerless in the ushered, revered curiousness.
A vast, insurmountable ocean, outwards stretching;
On towards the far, distant beyond.
Beyond all sound, and all visible light.
Water beyond comprehension, beyond all that is human.
Still, the dark skin penetrated;
Down to the deepness of my crucified soul.
Curating in the advent of all that I would ever come to know.
But that party, and that deepening hole,
Youthfulness; images of misshapen cosmic comets.
Stars meandering through the endlessness of space.
All that’s between; all that isn’t between.
Meeting in that vast expanse, it was always impossibly unlikely.
Especially in those Jaded days.