I Am Santo

Fiction, poetry, music and mindscape pictures by creative artist Jason Santo

These wishes for you near,
they are becoming habits.

Captured memories of your fingertips
tracing the lines of my body,
I feel you in the almost
of the air,
quietly beckoning.

And these sensations,
summoned like spring
at the end of summer,
they are immutable,
a constant reminder
of wisdom within our fire.

Whether ember or flame,
diligently fueling,
A wholeness to our effort,
fusion to our cracks.
The luxury I find in that is you here,
in this that we are making.

This corner of a season,
this rebuke of loneliness,
where the mind walks,
the heart leaps,
and the body comes.
Each tendril of heat
a promised embrace.

Oh, how I welcome it,
praying for these moments,
to carry me through the mundane,
to lighten the weight of the burden of your absence.
This, a distant second, to tangled limbs and shared air,
to desire matched and met.

A wish calls powers
greater than us for deliverance.
A dream begs reality for a chance.
This is action, baby.
And the flint-struck spark of our lips,
our bodies,
our souls
labels this our time
despite the Earth’s turn,
regardless of the sun’s direction.

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A collaboration with the very gifted and lovely @jesmegs who, whenever we write together, bends my style her way. She’s got more heart in a single verse than I usually do in entire pieces. I did the photo weirdness and we traded off verse, so it starts with her and alternates until I finished at the end. Thank you as always for fun challenge, Jessica. Always a pleasure.

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All this fucking sin squeels
Like a pig gutted in the
charnel house
and you
you dive like the sun at the
failure of day,
a bastard clinging to the light
you never deserved,
an orphan screaming about her
perfect parents, the moon and
the stars,
and how aligned they were
In you slow, succumbing demise.

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(at Get Down)

This structure bitches cross-depth, mortar interrupted like sin on Sundays, the finest structure of faith the loosest kind of failed brick against nature. Arrogance is faith in anything other than roots. Blessings tear at peripheral high-standing. Were there lovers in the cracks then maybe it stood a chance at permanence, but chaos fills like rain, motives freeze and schisms become chasms; oh how the efforts fail in the face of such nature. Love is the tangle of sky-reach. Hate is the upturned leaf cupping surfeit memory. Spill away and flood, the demons of yesterday, until the challenge of indifference drowns every space between what’s been built, moves skyscrapers like paper boats and delivers hymnal serenades to crestfallen hopes. Somewhere the fears of destruction fester in the strongest brick; the memory of stronger origins seizing the calm order of now. Byzantine crumble inevitable, veins and arteries scoff at finest designs and love destroys, rebuilds, collapses and endures among the furious plans of men believing in themselves, their blueprints drawn for better tomorrows when their hearts craft with each beat the fiercest miracles of today. Revere nothing toiled upon. Believe only in the unreasonable clutter of instincts, for they are breath, laughter, climax and tears; they are connection. Air, water and salt given dreams, elements threaded with soul and loosed with supernova passion and the infinite histories of forgotten suns inhabiting every atom. “Go,” they instruct and, with devotion as simple as listening, hands steady, eyes close and time buoys the welcoming, the open, the alive.

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