Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

  Vasopressin/Oxytocin. Ulises Vargas  April 23, 2026.  First I gripped you not knowing  would you flip and chew my throat out  would you lose the tense and lay  would you come back cooler, if at all? Does the silence need noise to know or can my heart beat for the both of us? All this warmth: do you know it’s all yours?  Are my hands comfortable there?  Let me see those eyes. Hold our stare.  Pull closer.   Could you let me in? Could your heart beat with me?  Could you let go, please; let go of all those worries. There’s never such reason, baby.  I have you now, baby.  Breathe with me now, baby.  Press against me, baby.  Have you ever felt: felt as real as this, my heart?  How’d we ever fall for anything else. Where’d all else go, anyway?  Who cares now.  Blanked and dovey.  You’ve never slept so well.  Lazy sheep and wooly shepherds.  Whisper songs.   Respiratory win...

   Another Hug.  Ulises Vargas  April 16, 2026.  Do you leave or do you stay  when we part and unhug down from the height of your back  to the last fingertip,  so fast I don’t know  if you’re hug was hot  or if your heart was cold? Do you leave or do you stay  when I melt and act out  over nothing I made into something  and you feel dead and drained for the obligation that is my whine?  I know that look: I always see it. I know I’ve said too much.  The dark room, static of confused ashes,  demented psychoses.  I know my place  enough to cry quiet so my tears won’t disturb you  and all’s well that ends well.  But don’t let it end; Don’t pull away; Don’t leave my finger because you’re leaving me.  Another hug.  Come back.  I promise I won’t cry this time.  I swear I’m not crazy; I just really like you,  like you like me.  Hug me, and ignore my salty raindrops....