Sitting at a golden piano with crystal keys playing music so sweet it attracts bees, because I’m inspired by a beauty you wouldn’t believe. I close my eyes and all I see is a silver locket against mahogany skin and lips so perfect you’d think kissing them was sin.
All I can do is wonder as I listen to the strikes of lightning and thunder, where do I run or where do I hide when the tide of life comes crashing back in? Dark clouds over head; I’m merely a gust of wind away from being lost at sea.
Rip out my heart, let my soul seep out and catapult my essence to the edge of the unknown. Allow me to see the other side and finally ask god what it means to be truly alive. Then bring me back to life a second before I die.
Jamaica is paradise for all, except us…
Still drunk from sex, our naked bodies intertwine tightly under a palm tree as a gentle breeze caresses our bare skin. Every kiss we lay on each other’s lips is done so with deep passion and the agonising knowing that it could soon be our last. The bitter truth is, our type of love is a matter of life and death.
For only when we are in each other’s arms can we finally feel truly alive or believe heaven could possibly be a place on earth. But in Jamaica love between two men is considered worse than any sin, and in the wrong place at the wrong time it could lead to death.
Stolen kisses in midnight hours, holding hands when backs are turned and whispering sweet nothings when no one is around to hear. Living a life of secrecy can be tiring, but it’s the only way we know how to survive.
However, in the end the dangers don’t deter us one bit, instead they make us hold each other tighter and look into each other’s eyes deeper when we say ‘I love you’. For our love is the only reason either of us can even exist. Without it, both of us would simply crumble like the sand beneath our bodies and disappear into nothingness…
All dressed up and nowhere to go…
Funny movie scenes and no one to laugh with…
The pains of life and no shoulder to cry on…
Nothing is the same since you left.
Finger tips caressing and electricity flowing.
Hands roaming and heart racing
Eyes drunk in lust and lips begging to be touched.
…my body is crying out your name, do you hear it?
Fading neon lights and lost in nowhere.
Empty streets and a coffin of silence.
Deep in thought and knuckles white with clenching.
…I’ve been driving all night looking for answers in the pouring rain.