my secret= your sequel

Forbidden love.
(another story, sequel, back again.)
Turning the pages, reading them backward-
like foreign writings
(not of this world.)
Paraglide, back to heaven-
fall
back to hell.
(forbidden love, scrutenized lovers.)
Look at me.
Take it all in,
my flaws
my hands.
Calloused from holding the thorns,
taking the pinpricks
all for you.
Yet I still watch on,
as you chase her, want her-
(desire.)
Ships in endless seas of space
chasing after
that star, the edge of the universe
the end of us.
Of premonitions and promises,
fighting to the death
for your life.
Another weekend,
another falsification,
one more body modification
(a plastic smile.)
A forbidden love.
You trace your fingers on her skin
wishing to snag the layers,
(to steal her heart again.)
Enrapture her in your embrace
win her like a golden trophy-
a prize.
I sleep through the pain,
close my eyes
and pretend to forget
(though reality plays
on the brink of my fantasy)
just as waves break on the edge
of the shore,
and back again.
Reverse this story,
walk, run backwards.
Like a robot
a machine
(malfunction.)
melodramatic.
I watch you taking flight,
(paraglide, back to heaven.)
Sigh in the knowledge
that your ship sails
on the false hope of happiness...
(of delicate flowers, fueled by
falling stars.)
crash.
burn.
You are too far away
for me to spread my wings,
and catch you within thier span now.
The vast expanse of the universe,
the sea, the skies
a bitter taste of salt,
of carbon
of ash.
(fireworks in the distance.)
Like falling stars,
broken hearts- shattering on the last horizon
that ever will be
(forbidden love.)
Hold my hands and watch this finale,
filled with splendor and wonder
(the clocks stop.)
And so, your life mirrors their actions
thier still.
Thier inanimate expressions,
locked away within themselves,
collecting dust.
(you are an antique, yellowing page in my story.)
discintegrating, and delicate to the touch.
And so, I never will again.
Close the book,
the story of falling flights,
of waves,
lapping and licking
at the edge of the earth.
(I try not to think of their sound.)
Pulling back, and pulling forward
I am.
Reaching for the final page,
pulling the covers over
your frozen stare,
your lifeless shell.
A story you are,
Inscribed with the weight of my tears.
Written in a foreign manuscript,
(how I tried to translate it.)
For years and years,
across the expanse of the universe-
forbidden love.
(another story. sequel. back again...)