Written by Gerardo Ochoa

Shouganai (Sho-You-Gah-Nigh): It is what it is; something that can’t be helped and shouldn’t be worried about…

This heart is like a brand new canvas, caressed by the strokes of your

paintbrush. Its slow dance to the swaying of the bristles spread paint to

form new meaning, leaving my blood amorous, lustful, and flushed from

the rush…

… At least for a few minutes… but those minutes were glorious…

Sealed by fate’s sudden warm touch, to others it may not matter much,

but to me, it mattered more than acting on a hunch for intuition calls the

heart to expunge a past that lost its meaning and plunge to search for a

clarity worth redeeming.

Like the emotions evoked by the embers of a picturesque, Hallmark fireplace,

blanketed in the night of a tender winter evening—

—let’s let fate speak for us and never seek closure and move forward on…

—let’s twirl in the zephyr from the strokes of the paintbrush forming a new picture…

—let’s succumb to pleasure and leave our physical beings into our astral bodies…

—let’s seal lips, each osculation expanding shivers down our skins…

—let’s combine souls briefly and have the song play on repeat to the rhythm…

—let’s float in the open space, and seize that moment…

—let’s hold each other, embrace the panting from satisfaction…

—let’s lie our heads on the divinity of each other’s shoulders…

—let’s inch our hearts closer and closer…

Text © Gerardo Ochoa

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