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 Dec 2013 rolanda
Jonny Angel
The attraction is real,
sublime,
it builds to a crescendo
awash in ultimate-passions,
we bathe in each others sweat,
breathless in our lost dreams,
wondering about hope,
then we disappear
into
loathing,
the dark place,
a self-made abyss
where
nobody,
nobody ever comes,
where we cease to exist,
'till somebody kisses us again
with the same fire
we hide deep,
deep in our aching hearts,
the one that yearns for true love,
wishing it would
find us
unbroken.
 Dec 2013 rolanda
Jonny Angel
Once upon a time,
I was part of a gritty
electrified bona fide love.

We blazed together,
basked in the warmth
of our ***, our true nature,
a sacred special place where
******-comforts satisfied.

Upon consummation,
we would laugh in ecstasy,
clinging onto each other
like we were the last humans on Earth.

It's not funny anymore,
writing
about such things,
the times when we were never alone,
like now,
thinking about
once upon a time,
all of the time.
 Dec 2013 rolanda
Jonny Angel
The waves crash
melancholy against
the rocks
strewn up and down
the shore,
crystalline-sand
covers my
feet.

I stare at the last place you stood,
where I saw
your jade-eyes
spark fire,
a lone tear
slid down your pretty face.
I kissed you kindly,
held you close enough to feel your rapid heart.
I wished I could had
changed things,
your mind.

The gulls unknowingly mock me now...
making this place even sadder.
 Dec 2013 rolanda
Jonny Angel
Looking back
years later,
I probably should never
have been on that flight.
Here’s the reasons why……

Shortly after takeoff,
and three cocktails later,
I spied a gremlin hanging out
on Engine Two.
Every time I looked,
smallish with green skin and red lips,
it smiled with an impish grin,
then went about its business
dismantling the cowling.
It seemed like
I was the only one who noticed
the little creature.

Other people were looking out
of the same side of the plane and
nobody was saying or doing anything.
Had they slipped me something?
Was the gin spiked?
Was I hallucinating?
Was God sending me a message?

Needless to say
we landed safely in Bogota
a few hours later.
It was a beautiful vacation!
But on my return flight,
things turned sour.
I was busted
for possession of narcotics,
spent six years in
a Colombian prison,
it wasn’t Heaven.

Like I said,
I probably should have never been on that plane.
Now looking back years later,
I think the gremlin was trying to warn me,
I wished I had taken heed,
given up the thought
of trafficking.
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