Obsession

Her face.

Her face is all I see.

Everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere.

That cute child; I swear She must’ve looked like that when She was a toddler.

That woman with auburn hair ; She will look like that in 10 years time.

That girl in that hair product billboard; her warm chocolate eyes are the exact replica of Hers.

Oh, I can’t wait to see Her face, run the tips of my fingers on Her smooth pale skin, feel Her heart beat faster against my chest, caress the insides of Her mouth with my tongue.

I shiver at the thought and I feel a hint of a smile tug at my lips. I hurry home.

One more corner. Three more steps. A key to the doorknob. A twist, a couple of steps to go inside, a door closing, a lock bolting.

I drop the grocery by the door, eager to finally, finally, see Her. I make my way to my room.

I sigh. There She is.

“You look so glorious. My angel,” I say to Her.

She’s on the bed, lying on Her back, Her pale skin uncovered, magnificent and absolutely mouth watering. Her arms are spread like wings on Her sides, Her wrists fastened to the bed post with the reddest ribbon, Her hair in perfect disarray. I shiver again.

My feet step closer to Her, my hands reach for Her, my eyes drink the wonderful sight of Her. I wipe my drool with my shirt.

I carefully climb the bed, afraid to disturb Her sleep. Oh, the fun we had last night. Her screams were muffled but some still escaped and those that did still rang in my ears like a melodic song.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whisper when I’m completely hovering above Her. I brush my knuckles under the curve of Her breast.

She stirs, blinks two times, looks up at me, and holds in a breath. I smile.

“P-please,” Her voice cracks and I savor it, every note of it. “Please let me go…” She whispers.

“I told you last night, honey. You only have to say your name and I’ll let you go,” I say in my most convincing voice. She shakes her head. I am glee and laughter and ecstasy.

“Then we’ll have another round of last night and you know how I adored you, savored you, devoured you,” I say as I run the tip of my nose down Her jaw to Her collarbone. She lets out a sob.

“You only have to say it.”

A tear slips out of Her eye and I catch it with my tongue.

“Say ‘I am Yours'”.

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The ignored companion

I am your shadow;
I am wherever you are
But you can be without me

I am your shadow
People see me through you
They dont declare my presence though

I am your shadow
Your friends become my friends too
Although smile is the only thing we do

I am a shadow
I exist and I can be seen
But to matter, I have never been

The Best Analogy

Both love coffee
He is the bitter cold coffee
She is the sweet and creamy

Both like rain
He pours on a cold night
She pours when the sun is bright

Both want sleep
He is a good afternoon nap
She is the long night sleep gap

Both took geography
He could be the south,
While she—the north.

Both had physics
Opposites attract
By a magnetism fact

Both are under the same sky
One could be the sun
The other—the moon

They might never be together
And generations go on
But eclipse happens, however.

Un-Me

Once in a blue moon,
I’d do things differently.
I’d have someone braid my hair.
I’d paint my nails black.
I’d joke constantly
And laugh till I’m gasping for air.

Once in a blue moon,
I’d do a prank or play a trick.
I’d lie and deceive.
I’d tickle you for no reason.
I’d be mad in an instant
And be sweet in the next.

Once in a blue moon,
I’d contemplate on life.
I’d question creation.
I’d stare into space.
I’d wish for things to be different
And be content for it to stay the same.

Once in a blue moon,
You’ll witness a different part of me.
You’ll ask yourself if I am who I claim to be.
You’ll tilt your head and wonder.
You’ll be surprised or be confused
But still accept me for who I am.

Earth’s Wrath: The Stillness of Air

It wasn’t meant to happen. This wasn’t meant to happen. I never meant for it to happen. I did everything I was told and I did it perfectly; there was simply no room for errors.

The temple of Aera was set on the edge of a cliff, its long pillars chapped from centuries of harsh weather conditions. The old tales referred to this temple as the birthplace of storms and of hurricanes. I knew what to expect but calling the place ‘windy’ would certainly be the understatement of the year. The wind shouted warnings that my partner and I continued to ignore; warnings that were simply overlooked knowing what treasure lies within.

Inside the temple, the wind sang its history. Its lyrics were of monks who had long ago turned into dust and of hunters whose dead bodies remained a mystery. In a line or two, the wind whispered locations of hidden rooms and trap doors but only those who have been trained knew how to listen and interpret. I was one of the chosen.

“Slowly…slowly…,” my partner murmured.

“I know what I’m doing.” I snapped. My palms sweat even though the air was cool. I took a breath or two to calm my racing heart. I was hyperaware of the treasure that was laid before me and of its replica in my hand. All I had to do was quickly replace the opaque Aera orb with the fake, taking the genuine one with me and scram. And I did. My partner and I got out of the temple safely, a little out of breath, but safe. I remembered looking into each other’s eyes, our success shining in our faces. Then it happened.

It started when one of the temple’s pillars cracked; a deafening sound of stone against stone. The wind blew harder—we had to fall on our knees just to stay on the ground—and after a moment, it suddenly stopped. I looked up and saw that every natural movement—the swaying of trees, the sound of the wind, the crumbling temple—stopped. Then my partner made a choking sound.

He was clutching his neck; his eyes bulged, his face growing purple with his mouth opened as he made gasping sounds. I reached his side and tried to pull his hands away and demanded what was wrong.

“I can’t…breathe…”

“What?” I was dumbfounded. I didn’t understand what was happening till the first bird dived to the ground. I tilted my head and saw that the sky shed birds as tears, all of them plummeting to the ground, some instantly died while some in the same state of my partner then went limp.

My partner grabbed my arm with fading strength, his face pleading for me to do something.

“Help…me…”

But I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know what to do. My naivety had caused this catastrophe and as I watched my partner sigh his last breath, I became aware of a faint glow tucked in my coat. The treasure—the orb—was glowing and it was this, I realized, that triggered everything. I looked back to the temple only to find its remaining half, the other half now fell to the sea beyond. There was no hope.

Unintentionally, I dropped the orb to the ground. The instant I lost contact with the orb, my breathing was cut off, as if I’ve swallowed a cork to my esophagus. No, I thought, clutching my throat. Panic engulfed me as I frantically searched for the orb. The moment I touched it, air came rushing back to my lungs and it took every inch of me to stay conscious even as I heaved like a fish out of water.

What have I done?

Life Candle

I close my eyes tight.
Squeeze my hands, knuckles white.
I realize I’ve never been truly afraid
Till I saw his life and felt betrayed.
Where mine can last years,
His struggled like broken gears.
A joke, a prank the universe wants to play
On us, out of all people astray.
I pray, I wish like a fool
That the universe cease its rules
And let us be together
In each other’s arms, forever.