Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Unknown Lovers in the Nevada Night By Jasen Sousa

Unknown Lovers in the Nevada Night

The mysterious shapes of the numbers intrigued me deeply,
I was drawn in by the unknown.
Wrestling back and forth with the decision
as every organ in my body became overgrown.
I lifted up the phone and heard the loneliness of the tone,
it hung up in the air, almost to my ear, until I silenced the noise.
My fingers and hands were trembling, sweat stagnant on my brow,
this was going to be a night where I would be, one of the boys.
For long enough the decision swayed, the call was made.
In my mind the scenario continued to dangle
as I mentally explored it from every angle.
Lured by the curves of phone numbers,
someone had their hands around my conscience and started to strangle.

Alone in a hotel room in Vegas, my tools tarnished with rust.
10:29 and the moment was mine, I heard thumps of weightless feet,
my blood began to rush, hush… fingers massaging the door as
I gently opened, palms soaking from who I did greet.
In the stillness of the Nevada night I witnessed a breathtaking sight.
Shook hands, skin warmer than desert sand,
for years I swore off any personal pleasure,
but for this one moment, I would remember how it felt to be a man.
In this Vegas dream, her skin caramel cream,
she undressed as I sat on the corner of the bed and gazed.
She strutted towards me, skin without waves,
pushing softly on my shoulder blades, her fingers grazed.
Touching every strand trying to find the man in me,
I stared into the eyes of an unknown strangers perfection.
Grabbing onto what holds the juices of life
and just like the Vegas strip, things began to move in an up and down direction.
Half of her body on top of mine, hands caressing my body like a pen does a line,
completely shut down, the wisdom which lives in my mind.
I searched her body looking for something I knew I would not find,
the lights of Las Vegas flickering and flashing, our oiled bodies shine.
Whether this moment meant anything to either one of us
is still undiscovered,
as my plane hovers,
the tale of two unknown lovers.

Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)

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