Skeletons

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As the sun sets

I watch on as the loud orange colors fill the sky

The southern breeze hits icy against my skin

My shirt is soaked

I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead

My palms are blistered

I stretch for a moment

Flexing my arms

Catching my breath.

He asks me if I am tired

I nod in approval

We switch

Tossing him the shovel

He takes my place in the pit

Tossing aside dirt and rubble

Digging away at its base

Carving away at its insides

I take notice of my dusty boot

Then my blood stained trouser 

I scratch a match

Cup my hands

And set light my cigarette

Inhaling deeply

The toxins of my crime

The toxins of my sin

Reminiscing.

He calls to me

Tells me it’s ready

Perfect width and depth

Ironically a little under six feet.

Without a word

We cradle him

His blood still fresh seeps through the blanket

Staggering by his weight

Until we toss him

To the final place he will lay

We stood there

In the silence of the eventide

Both eying the shovel nearby

Both apprehensive

We already knew what was next

Because three can only keep a secret,

If two of them are dead.

Olsfred James 2013©

Chrysalis

Dark skies

In the city gives way to the florescent white and amber

Running along in twos one behind the other

Reshaping our vision with these electrical suns

And daughters standing next to us like trophies we’d won

They say “There is no time like the present”

To let your name be known

To let your presence be felt

There is no time in tomorrow

If you dream it you can achieve it

Your only resistance is yourself!

To these streets we’ve roamed

Like a moth to a flame

Hand in hand

Though we knew not our names

Travelling across country,

Where these deformed metal horses did not exist

Nor houses were within a clouds reach

Concrete did not pave our streets

And any thoughts but as foundation was obsolete.

We all shared this connection

Calling us out to the open city

We had been forewarned not to enter

Yet we journeyed, nonstop,

Night and day to cross this border

Bent on dividing us

Bent on defining us

Anxiously along - hoping

Our hearts did not betray us and mend this bond broken

Danger knew our names

Yet surrender did not

We had arrived at our destination

Reminiscent of the battles we fought.

We are,

The sons and daughters of tomorrow

The creatures of the night

Nocturnal by habit

Cursed to question their thinking

Pushing the boundaries of our limits

No judgment, contempt or penalty

Free to be whom we are meant to be

Olsfred James 2013©

Window

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His hands

Running along your spine

Unlocked the secret passage to your mind

Fueling your senses

Inspiring your fantasies

Locked in his arms

Yet your mind is free

Huddled together

Bodies orchestrating a symphony

Fingers solving a mystery.

His kisses

Against your neck

Coils you into position

You’re ready for him

Laying in await for collision

A subtle gasp on entry

Raises the goosebumps on your skin

A single tear trickles down your face.

When he is entirely in...

You consume him

Slowly taking him as easy as breathing

I learn about you

With every expression I am reading

Comparing your responses to a girl I knew... before.

Toiling long enough to keep him wanting more

And as you lay there

I see your heart beating against your chest

I see his hands canvassing your breast

I see his tongue tasting your sweat

I see you reborn as a girl I never met

And though you did not see me,

We locked eyes for a second

And for a moment I was him

While you looked in my direction

Staring at me with your head pressed against your pillow

Staring at you from the blinds of your window.

Olsfred James 2013©

Glimpse

Inspired by the 2001 American science fiction film, Vanilla Sky

What if you knew the exact moment you were going to die...?

That exact second before making the decision.

A decision that could be the end of you...

Pausing, for a moment as it hits you.

A vivid memory flashing before your eyes...

Like the sound of your car crashing

Foiled and wrecked

Ending everything that was you...

Forever more

Simply gone from existence.

What if you saw it all coming...?

Down to the last second.

Remembering the last words uttered

The memory of soft lips against yours

The smell from a warm embrace

The last face you looked upon

The last smile you received,

Joy filled periods in time we wished we could live in

Only to be stunned by the possibility of what would…

No, what could be...

What would you do?

The end comes too quickly

For the moments we hold so dare

Unable to be relived

Disappearing forever like a breath of air.

Are we being all we could be?

When time, eventually, divides us entirely

Should we subject ourselves to a Lucid Dream?

Alter our realities like the script from a movie scene

Reliving it all again

For as long as we wanted

Exactly, as we pleased

No longer servants to our memories

Filtering all adverse effects preconceived.

Yet nothing seems complete

As past afflictions unconsciously seep in

Reality and illusion compete

Paranoia begins

Holding on too tightly causing it all to crumble

Biding our time to see it all make sense

Standing in the rubble

Of the mistakes we make to our own existence

If I died in this dream, I would stop dreaming

A certain dark romance cited at the beginning

What would you do if you knew the exact moment you were going to die...?

A vivid memory flashing before your eyes... 

Olsfred James 2013©