Alternate Dimension

Early dawn broke across your face,

Like rose-tipped fingers dipped in gold,

Sensation that ran across,

When a shiny ray tickled my body,

An urge to hide,

Hide and burrow into my pores,

A light show underneath my skin,

I wrapped myself up, into your arms,

Trying to elude shadows of fear,

Trying to trick them into evaporating,

Smoke through a keyhole,

But the fear that still lingered,

Despite your soothing words, and your hands caressing me,

The fear that escalated lapped me up,

And desolation laughed along with misery,

At misery of your solitude and mockery of my innocence,

Threaded together, creating a steel cable that ran unbroken,

Binding itself to reality,

The moment of honesty is what you whispered,

Beneath your murmurs in this vague reality

Whispers of truth that hang themselves from your mouth,

Like dripping drops of morning dew,

But is that the freedom you wished for?

Like those morning dew that evaporate with the rising sun,

For despite all this, I am still convinced,

That we are each other’s salvation,

Or may be salvation is far-fetched,

And dreams took over your conscience,

This half-alive state of surreal-ness fogs my sense of time,

And everything slows down, creating an alternate dimension.

--Composed together by Jacqueline Terra and Paudel

Willing Victim

In the midst of mystery, I forgot

To remember the desires of my intuitive destiny

Hiding beneath my self-wounds, I lost,

Ability to pull shattered glass shards from my flesh,

And I wondered all along where you hid,

Beneath the cold dark shadows of the skeleton trees,

Duped I was, by the hidden mystery and their dead fallen leaves,

But I kept thinking,

That the illusion of you would be more than mere mirage,

But was it all I wanted? Did you think the same?

This unspoken dynamics,

Broke upon my soul like battering salt-water against eroding shoreline,

Yet you kept walking along the shore,

Greens mosses, lichens and that smile,

Oh that smile that curled, slowly across your face,

And wrapped itself up in your hair,

That dark-blonde hair of yours,

That lurked beneath your shoulders and those enticing lips,

Drew me into the honey, a willing victim eager for your pleasure.

--Composed together by Jacqueline Terra & Paudel