J Guillermo PaleoComment

Rapture | Sojourn

J Guillermo PaleoComment
Rapture | Sojourn

 

Silence: a burn, a shiver...

 

Words float like birds trapped in between half-whispered songs and broken smiles that fill a knife-grey sea of landfill promises that fail to hear (and feel!) their invocation. Every breaking wave signals the wreckage of our scars: the absolution of Time's arrow. Solitude reminds me of the face and the beauty that adorn my imagination -- oh, Lucidity! Open quotes spark-up conversations with the demons that sleep in the shadows that subterfuge past and future ruins.

 

Oh, how I live for (your) pleasure: I long to feel and sail-away into the trenches of the syllables that hold your heart hostage under bouts of tears and ink; lurk around your body's crevice; submerge myself (and disappear!) into the providence of your every pore!

 

...Silence (hold me close!)...

Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera 

Words by: J. Guillermo Paleo