"Only"
If only we never met...
or maybe we only met
but never knew,
only then would we never have found
these kisses of ours.
Memories,
that would never have happened.
Never to feel your touch,
only then would we never know.
But we do know how we feel to the touch,
the way your lips feel against mine,
how time seems to slip away
when I'm with you.
Trading the day hours for the night
waiting for the next time I see you.
Talking to you makes
the whole world melt away
and only you and I are left.
Only your words,
your eyes,
only the way you look at me,
only you
feel where I should be,
only you
are what feels real and right,
here in this stream of experiences and memories,
only your touch.
We are a slice of time
folded over
To exist inside.
A whole world inside a memory.
Our worlds.
Our memories.
I only
want to kiss you
until we get to the best parts
with you.
-Armando Torres
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Only
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Wednesday, March 13, 2019
echoes
"echoes"
A memory I thought I lost,
but was always there,
just waiting to be remembered,
I wasn't looking
but somehow
found something,
everything that felt gone
was here again,
this span of time,
that goodbye
we thought was the end,
were all pieces of a future,
that were building to a moment,
that only existed,
if,
we didn't know the difference,
between the past we once had,
and the past we have now,
swirling into existence
a sliver of a second
formed a moment
that held so much more,
the echoes of our choices
left lingering,
forever molding
these moments,
becoming a past
from a future,
we never thought
we would have.
-Armando Torres
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Saturday, March 9, 2019
curvature
"curvature"
The echoes of my life
linger
inside the grooves of time
curving life into straight lines again,
As the world swirls around me
like a river
bending the earth into curves,
these memories of mine
dance fluidly in magnificent designs
forming moments and
leaving the echoes in sand,
ghostly visages
of a past.
Forever molding and forming the clay of time
in powerful kneads throughout the centuries.
-Armando Torres
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