Skip to main content

Vasopressin/Oxytocin.

 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 winds. 

Don’t get up, baby. 

Peaceful skies and wispy dreams. 

Pretty self and sweet smile.

I’ll kill anyone for you. 

We’re one. 

Twinkle eyes, 

lazy lids. 

Let them look at you. 

I’ll kill anyone for you. 

I gripped you knowing you were mine. 

My heat burns for us. 

I’ve got you, baby. 

Press so close your veins squeeze. 

Press so close our bodies lock. 


Popular posts from this blog

Frosted Cocaine.

                                                                    Frosted Cocaine. Ulises Vargas January 2, 2024.  Cocaine, take away the pain.  Feel that icy blizzard like hard rain.  Pick me up from sadness and take me away.  I have nothing to gain but happiness,  Everything to lose and descend into madness.  But today, take the pain away.  Numb my face like a glass mask.  Use your power to cover and glaze the past.  Give me life, for every dollar I spend.  Give me life, for every wound you mend.  Save me from insanity,  And bring me to serenity.  Finding peace, piece by piece.
Read more

One hundred selves.

One hundred selves.  Ulises Vargas  November 29, 2025.  Liars. All of us are liars.  Don’t try to lie and say that you’re not a liar, either.  Let me ask you: does everyone in your life know the same stories as each other? Do they all know the same person, or have you shaped their perspective of you?  Does your mother know the travesties you’ve committed?  Does your lover know your daydreams and fantasies?  Do your colleagues know how you party?  No–no to all of those questions.  Yet, each one of them supposedly knows you.  Each one of them is wrong,  because you lie to each one of them.  They all think that they have you solved; they all think that they know the real you.  To one hundred people,  there are one hundred versions of yourself.  Are any of them real? Is it really the same person who makes those one hundred selves,  or is each self a whole different person?  Regardless, how, then, can o...
Read more

No Good For Me.

                                                                     No Good For Me.   Ulises Vargas January 25, 2025. You’re no good for me.  I hooded my eyes, blind to the dark flood of negativity.  Your love was my burden to bear.  I never meant to hurt you, not at all.  But I couldn’t stand the abuse and stand tall.  Selfishly, you dragged me down with you.  While I tried my best to fix you.  Now, I’m deleting all the pics of us.  Memories torture me beyond dusk. All we had was lust.  A betrayal to what could’ve been.  I thought you were my life and I was yours,  But it was just the sex.  Now I’m free, and I don’t know how to be.  Or who I am or who I used to be.  You defined me, rewrote my own story.  So don’t contact me, rath...
Read more