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#tbt to my first night in Buenos Aires; the sun-soaked, still-heavy air filling these virgin lungs as I looked anxiously ahead to the next month’s adventures in South America... — Also my hair was long af

#tbt to my first night in Buenos Aires; the sun-soaked, still-heavy air filling these virgin lungs as I looked anxiously ahead to the next month’s adventures in South America… — Also my hair was long af

what’s in a dream

we met in my dreams the other night
long after the last time we spoke.
you were a young girl, and
it was years before we were to meet.

it was strange, but i got to tell you
everything that you deserved to know.
how despite the feelings
i had for you died with a whimper,
i don’t regret a moment of what i felt.

and that you set a high bar
for everyone who came after.

Blitz

It’s not with incessant frequency
that her fragrance fills my senses.

In truth, sometimes many months may pass,
during which the vicissitudes of this corporeal form
call into question the value of such receptors.

Memory quickly fades.

But then, when it is least expected,
she trickles back into my consciousness.
Making all other highs feel like
…ersatz wonders.

In spite of it all, and
yet because of it all
I am found wanting.

Promises

to the woman who taught me unconditional love,
despite our best intentions –
there was a moment.

before i gave myself up to you,

when i released the mortal chains

which held me to myself.
relinquished sense

and sensibility
stripped myself bare and bared these teeth…
…bungee jumping seems an a propos metaphor

for the tumble i knew awaited me.
i

made a vow..

before it was ever to you, it was to myself
that this was something i would see to the end

whether i was the ship

or the iceberg
i would sink

or swim

come what may.
and so what can i do?

a vow is a vow.