DÔME DES INVALIDES

Staring into his eyes feels almost like looking into a mirror.
Not only because his blank expression matches mine, but because it’s so silent. I feel like I’m alone, almost, and for some reason that makes me feel naked under his scrutiny. But this silence is not your usual peaceful, empty silence–it’s driven. It’s meaningful and pregnant. As if on cue, my stomach gurgles and my first reaction of embarrassment is washed away by our good natured laughs.
“Julian,” he says suddenly, a lopsided smirk drawing my eyes to his lips.
“Yes?”
He looks at me once more, and I feel like a canvas being stroked by a brush. Disquieting quiet once more covers us like a heavy duvet as he takes my hand in his, and this time I almost feel like even silence is too much sound. His fingers, rough as may be, trace my hand as if I were some sort of treasure. His touch feeds me as much as it fuels my hunger, and I can feel desire wrapping around me like vines.
I seem to snap awake when I feel my body responding to him and stand up hurriedly, snatching my hand away from his. He says nothing, just looks at me as if he knows what I am thinking. Then again, he probably does. I feel a powerful need of escape overcoming me, and instead of running to the door, sit myself back down. What exactly is escape?
“Jules…” He whispers.
For a moment I can’t even believe that’s the same name I’ve been called all my life. It is the only thing that truly belongs to me, and somehow it sounds different on his tongue.
I’m about to ask why he called my name and said nothing, when I realize he has been saying a lot. It’s me who hasn’t been listening.

-2014-

KYOTO

“Staring down the rain won’t make it stop.”
“I know.”
“Then come on,” he says, holding out a hand toward me. I look at it, then force my eyes to meet his. I search through the fog, through the thunderous gray, but the only hint of emotion I see in the eyes looking into mine is vague impatience.
I run headfirst into the rain without taking his hand or giving him a warning. It doesn’t take him long to reach and then pass me by. Droplets of water spank me, ruining my hair and getting into my eyes, blurring away the world into a desperate, soggy mess.
“Wait!” I yell after him, but his body gets farther away from mine each second; blurring even more. I lift up a hand as if to grab him, but all it seems to accomplish is blurring him further into the horizon; like charcoal on paper.
I lift my leg feebly to run after him, but find my strength gone, and slump on the ground as a heap of defeated misery. Closing my eyes is a relief, and only then do I realize how long it has been since I have been bathed by nature. With my eyes closed, the sound of the water hitting concrete seems the only sound there is to be heard– the caressing water feels like a part of me, as much as my own blood. My lips part and I taste myself in the water. There’s no make-up to be molten, no hair to be spoiled, no clothes to be ruined; there is nothing but me and the world, and nothing between us.
“What happened?” His voice seems to slap me back into consciousness. “I’m sorry. Come on, let’s find some cover.”
“No!” I notice how crazy I must seem, and then repeat myself in a lower voice. “No.”
“Are you okay?” He asks, holding out his hand again.
This time my eyes find his effortlessly, and lose him just as easily; a pair of dots in the vast skyline. We forget running and simply walk with the sky above us and the world before us; our guardians and arbitrators. A grin tugs at the edge of my lips as I reach a hand out toward the rain, trying to grasp it between my fingers as if we were sharing some sort of inside joke or secret. I wink in the general upward direction, and take the striking thunder as a good enough, if slightly enthusiastic, response.
“Never better.”

-2014-

MMRS F GRN

Yesterday night, I finally discovered the taste of your lips
I understood that my imagination could never do justice to your embrace
At last, I was tenderly cradled in the bosom of true happiness

Yesterday night, I floated through the endless prairies of your eyes
Traveled through miles and aeons by the tip of your tongue
Fathomed the sensation of an island receiving a castaway washed ashore

Yesterday night, I was invincible
You took me into your arms and made me sure of everything I’ve ever wanted, or needed, to know
No more would I wonder how it would be to hear that you loved me, to wonder what words you would use, or if you really did

Yesterday night, you visited me in my dreams
I awoke with the sensation of emptiness in my chest
Your proclamations of love will remain whispers of my imagination
I will forever wonder about the taste of your lips

-2018-

OSAKA KAIYUKAN

I crave.
I’m not sure what it is exactly that my body longs for, but it is manifested as a deep, slow burning ache rooted in my guts and bones. This relentless desire tugs at me like dogs against their leashes, fighting for liberation…
This very morning I stood before the emptiness of my open windows and fell in love with something I cannot even hope to name. The sweet hum of life called to me with its odes to love and joy, from behind clouds and under bushes; bringing the ocean’s salt into my eyes. The songs of the wind and the living collided and collapsed themselves into a symphony behind my eyes- my body is a blank canvas, ready to be painted with fingertips, mapped by greedy lips, traced with tips of tongues and wisps of hair which would be blown back by soft, but hungry breathing. I crave legs intertwined with mine, laced in a patchwork of fluids. I crave obscenities whispered breathlessly into my ears, being an island in knotted sheets; vulnerable, yet invincible.

I crave infinity.

-2011-

ÉTÉ // HIVER

Pingos pingam pancadas
Cinza se desfaz em lençóis
Ruínas e impurezas levadas
Enquanto se ocultam os sóis

Pequenas explosões geram mudez-
Grandes cortinas me dão lucidez
Paz se origina de contradição
Me põe a dormir feito uma canção

E então, o aguaceiro
Com seu tiro certeiro
Me encontra em meu lar
E lhe toma o lugar

Derrete as paredes do meu frágil abrigo
Me protege, me acalma, e chora comigo.

-2013-

GRAND TRIANON

The place was beautiful, a shock between man-made and nature-generated. I couldn’t help but feel dwarfed by the vast living room; spacious and regal yet somehow not intimidating.

The windows, by far the most attractive spot, filled most of the far back wall, and opened to the beautiful sight of Britain’s countryside. The sky was beautifully lit by the stars and moon, as if coated in sugar; and right below it, all that could be seen was green. Bushy trees and tall grass; blousy flowers and spidery, gnarled twigs twisted upwards, as if beckoning the light and the sky closer.

-2013-

PYRAMIDES

his uneven breathing
like lapping waves
a songstress’s soft calls
of pleasure and decadence

passion and fire
tremble
resonate
through paper thin walls

birds singing
from behind bars
inside their gilded cages

impossibly tall branches
tangle with clouds
as our roots do the sheets

-2015-