Nathaniel T. Hughes

It's hard to know when to leave when to break free from the sensualizing ropes that pull us so close we never want to let go like demigods, our glistening blindfolds of pleasure have been set up lost in the space that blurs the lines of where we really are and how expansive this has all become the blissful opening of heart chakras that will never come undone together we'll stand strong find a place in between the smiling sun and winking comforts of the tempting stars it's all just borrowed time and when we realize it's the thread of who we really are, we'll walk that fine line guided only by our hearts, certain our love will evolve

And I'll drift in like faint fires of eternity burning in us for so long like an alluring primordial glow like karmic winds igniting an ever expansive romance we've always known There my eyes will shimmer inside yours And look back out with a new intrepid hope we'll re-explore the depths of each other, embraced by the scared depths of the world I'll be there by the pond reflecting the willow tree The wordless rock of reason Emboldened by your enchanting charms

All of a sudden I see you in abstracted peripherals of my future, a strange prescriptive growing from these alluring wonderings: whatever it is, we've always been it, anchored in each other's arms, singing scared notes of our past lives; It's so comforting to find you here - A magnetized spiral attraction where we'll always be.

I loved you too much to love you in the mellow way you needed to be loved; I held on too tight to be able to see the hollow point of your heart, gasping for space, bending from the excessive weight I instilled in simple things; And I depended on you too much for the cute, crazed thai girl that you are, and forgot to be  your splendid, carefree soldier,  your messai of new and exciting things: If only I could have loved you like you said: “Not TOOOO much! but for a very long time.”

We never should've hung pictures up like stars of hope on lonely closet doors like two galaxies spinning around farther and farther out forever lost in the disjointed space we've become

My mind is strapped in a spiderwebbed straight jacket spun cunningly by the night sky’s gossamer factories of vexing thoughts and indecision, like beckoning black holes of space my aura has been etched with the continual failing signs of darkening midnight blue: this, my life, many colliding mistakes; so, like the ever expanding universe, at some point I must stop, let the imposing forces of the implicate order slow me down; shrink and collapse, let my life explode, into another ontological world.

We'll climb up, past these rooftops and listen to the world scream at us from below; we'll go on and on and on, past the haughty highways and meadows turned to gold, above the forested hilltops and sky-high canopy of dreams, crooning with birds: an owl's lulling cry, along with a solemn goodnight, as we forever sleep above the deep safety of the wolves