Mungo: The feeling experienced, often isolated to teenagers, during and after a family vacation, that leaves the vacationer rolling their eyes and texting their friends with deep sighs.  i.e. "Toby couldn't believe he was cooped up with his parents and two little brothers in a Jeep for a week, away from his girlfriend.  It was so mungo."

I am

     the soothing tide

     drifting on back strokes,

     footprints left as treasure

     in dawning foam

     of lapping teal waves.

I am

     watching weeping

     white diamond wind

     tossing oceans in

     salt of briny breeze,

     kissing azure ocean

     of white capped dreams.

I am

     skin of the sea rising

     to frothed crescents,

     canopy of waves

     sheltering my soul,

     alone, holding ocean

     in my sieved fingers

I am

     rich cobalt view

     of serene passion,

     floating above surface

     before diving into depth,

     sunlit smile and silence.

I am

     uncharted waters waiting

     for you to decipher

     blush of shell-toned sky,

     a soaring seagull

     at cusp of cerulean sea.

I am

     sailing my ship

     to unknown horizons

     in destiny of ballads,

     strolling endless shore

     of no regrets.

I. The man in the moon

looked down upon you and I,

first kiss under stars.

II. Heavenly kisses -

Brightness in the darkest night -

Lingering, enough.

III. But dawn follows dark,

the blackness between the stars

swallows up the light.

Crimson as her final breath;

hopeful the next outlasts her. But nightfall often summons oblivion.

I write because

what is felt

and what is spoken seldom seem to truly agree.

You played my heart like a violin

     ’I love you’s floating in rivers of fire

     sliding gilded words on slick tongue

     straight and tall in gimmicks and lies

     pretending to be what you’re not.

You played my heart like a violin

     in twisted looks of empty promises

     serpent’s tongue flicking in and out

     offering platter of charmed hypocrisy

     hanging my love on line to dry

You played my heart like a violin

     as I wrote your name on my wall

     only a whisper of my song, lingering

     echoing in your hostile wind

     your inner tiger prowling, destroying

You played my heart like a violin

     leaving me with sensation of falling

     down to depths of your dark pit

     please pack up your eclipse

    leaving extra space in my head.

Unforseen

Your touch ravishes my soul

My heart now beats to a different drum

Comfortable together

Parted and never parted

Our lives immersed in each other

What was beautiful

Now withered like a leaf

Broken by the winter's frost

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