Christophermoses: things unsaid

Questions constant, “why?” the statement.

Anonymous must be someone.

For whom, for why, for what reason?

0nly waiting for most opportune a time,

to answer of such.

A face to face gesture, to this, a must.

Tis you, t’was you, never a doubt, never a lingered thought.

The eyes behind the gaze, the lips behind the kiss, the skin behind the touch, always to be you…my anonymous.

Why you, even after such anguishing instances?

Easiest question ever posed to me.

Because I gave you my heart first and never will I ask of its return. Because I love you so much so to never let it be another.
 

Christophermoses Flores

Dearest lift your head to me.

So shines your eyes.

Please to never let guilt cross your mind.

Catch my gaze.

Feel my smile.

You need not owe a thing.

Question no more,

of what you bring.

A request

A “yes”

A “please?”

Tidbits of time so treasured by me.

Gifts those moments are so valued.

Permission given to gesture to you,

tokens of a truth.

Loved you are,

Priceless you’re deemed.

Christophermoses Flores

I find me always seeking to do more.
Feeling as though never enough.
Wishing for mearest notice.
Can you even see me?
Why am I still here again?
Always putting myself aside,
as though one day my turn will get here.
What purpose does accomplishment hold,
if its intent was to outlet all I hold in?
Those for whom I could care less watch me as I toil to succeed in each chosen task I undertake.
Regardless, take what you want from me, it was meant to be yours anyway.
I see me soley dumbfounded and still persistant.
Yep I’m an idiot.
And aparently it’s my own fault.
Because I always think of you first and let myself be forgotten.

Oddly enough it works for me, those tibits of time given me to smile in your presence.

In sheer delight when you pounce on me, being pulled to the floor. Smiling into your eyes while you smirk for that impending moment you strike. “Do it I dare you” I whisper, and you do not disapoint. You grab me to you and bite my lip, I can only laugh. Thrilled by the cool sting when you scratch, Wincing at the deepening of your teeth on my shoulder, Finally gasping from the rush as you ravage and caress in syncronicity. That pain that keeps me bound to your hold, don’t you dare stop.

Christophermoses Flores

Surrounded by its falling, encasing me in a solitude no noise reaches.

Vision being pointless, such a pleasant blinding haze whilst my eyes view.

A hand caresses mine and in the grasp the drops slow and a familiar warmth guides me forward.

Touched by yours, my lips tremble as though in fear this was not real.

The universe in pause, the droplets cease mid-fall.

 Time felt it worthy to give us those seconds.

 Until we parted, did they land on us once more,

Without a word spoken, indeed, this gift was a genuine.

In brevity, yet forever etched that night,

being kissed in the rain.

Christophermoses Flores

Your deed lies on both sides of the pendulum.

At you, we scream in an agony yet comprehendible.

Blamed you are when you cross paths with a loved one.

Yet an appreciation in what you bring them, their sweet release from pain

Your eternity makes such for all others.

How do we repay your choice?

Why do we shed tears after your gift?

Deep within us, a remorse for not being chosen,

Behind our weeping, a sigh for not having joined.

A fear in the question, of when to come our turn.

Never considering you pass us by,

to give us the chance to fulfill our duties, before you fulfill yours.

Christophermoses Flores

A thought enters as though a breath,

and in exhalation, life to a notion of a possible.

A dream enters a though daylight’s  break,

and I awake to see what only fantasy should bring, made real.

Life enters as though fate’s wielding,

and in its finality, all has shown fulfilled.

A breath enters as miracle’s chance,

to give my heart its last words and to exhale the expression of its meaning.

When last breath escapes me, on your ears will fall those words.

  Christophermoses Flores

What to do? Dilemas being a constant, choices being such tasks. Playing cards dealt beforehand, without prior knowing or acceptance, only time tells of such things. A smile, a frown, a sigh, a step forward, a standstill, or in a fatal, give up and submit to the obvious.

The difference between purpose and having a sense of purpose comes from what they are. The one that is needed has purpose, the one that is wanted has the sense of purpose. One an obligatory the other a desire. Always being the one needed only fulfills for so long till it is not enough. Because the needed already by deed has earned the place the wanted already holds. An exhausting dilema of will. The lesson in this being the heart only holds for so long until the mind steps in and says it’s not worth it.

Christophermoses Flores

Laid before me, all possibilities.

Paths that last lifetimes Paths that give merely a second.

I was only too quick to choose.

Giving me that second with you.

The second that stays with me for the lifetime,

over the lifetime that feels only a second of me.

Even at fate’s risk of not being chosen,

you remain the steadfast amongst all else.

Let me choose you…

They can have your heart,

Let me have you.

In that one instant,

let me have you.

Christophermoses Flores