These candid eyes,
staring at the summer sunset,
watching you
while you are sleeping
on my ragged bed,
tired, exhausted.
It’s my best escape.
Here with you,
without knowing my
presence, loathing at your
peaceful slumber.
Still, we don’t talk to
each other when we’re both
awake. How long can we endure
our conflict?
We aren’t gods.
This should stop.
But no one is asserting.
2023
One foot forward.
One foot backward.
Swing to the left.
Swing to the right.
I swim the waters.
I trek the land.
Everything is in black and white.
You can say, yes!
I can say, no!
We’ll compliment.
We’ll let them know.
You for me.
I for you.
We are one
even if we’re two.
2023
I am myself in quiet countenance.
My thoughts are deep, in solitude.
To speak in honesty is bravery.
The most I can do is to be grateful.
2023
Hours
depart like
an end of a movie.
The
ascent of desire
of wanting more is stirred.
You
left a jewel
in a miserable room.
But
I still utter,
“I Love You.”
2023
I don’t agree
with the full disclosure
of your hate to my
comfort and sanity.
2023
I don’t want to stay again in
the same room with you.
I don’t want to linger in
the sadness and in the pain.
To look back is inevitable.
And if there is a song of our
relationship, I just want to
replay the good chorus and
the bridge,
and read the narration of how
I have ever loved you without
conditions.
2023
torture is
hatred in your cruel
hands.
the agony
is crawling like a
beast
on your frame.
it’s not revenge.
it’s not hallucination.
it’s not mania.
2023
Some mints from your
mouth,
a scent of relief,
and I’m longing for a
long kiss
but
you drifted away from
my side,
and I am
descending sadly
as a
tortured sunset.
2023
the world
brings a conglomeration
of
synonyms to
array of portraits
only seen
by the kindness
of eyes.
2023
your cute
smile transported
me to
colored alleyways
and attractive
lanterns.
no dry as dust
with you.
i remain
a faithful beloved,
a steadfast lover.
2023
chester maynes 