hay dos: gemini reflections III

the bath water has turned pink from the rose petals that were tossed in the tub. each candle illuminates the dark room, lets count. . .one. . .two. a glass of gloria ferrar on the right, a beautiful silhouette to the left. maxwell and i converse again, this time on repeat. emotions full of reactions and responses coupled with fervid words, ardent sentences and vehement paragraphs all sprinting full speed, lacking regrets, never turning around. once again we reach this point, except this time with every glance 12 steps are taken in giuseppe flats missing the blue crystals in the rainbow in which i call life.

the blue crystals' absence is excused by the flowing of blue blood through blue veins. . .its never been an obsession, always been love, the polar opposite of where we lived before. my red hot kitchen never sleeps when it comes to her. the skills that i have in my possession just recently discovered as i cut the tomato trying to not cut myself. . .my excitement overflows and the tomato cubes came out perfectly, wonder why? no, no. . .he already told me, "don't ever wonder;" and it is official that he and i are wishing on the same star, praying to the same god. . .

and i quote him. . .

estoy alcanzando
muy profundo adentro
profundo en mi
donde ella vivir
un vuelo alto
como si un cielo
en frente de mi
donde tu vas a estar


&hearts