Now I see that breathing is a futile effort
without the warmth of your presence
The night I was in seems impossible
now that you have brought light with you
Words are simply inadequate
to capture this rebirth
and that’s comforting to know
because there’s never been sweeter mystery.
When I lost my head
On that quiet morning
As the Sun walked in like a thief
I found my heart
Knocking love Morse code
Against my chest
Trying to locate you
So I locked Time to a stand still
Until our lips found each other.
I had this burning question on my lips
but she stole it with a kiss
before I had a chance to sit down
and examine the question
and now I roam the Earths
misery dragging at my feet
to be once again that burning bush in the desert.
The frontiers of my existence turn blurry
Whenever your words rock my core
Leaving me breathless and wanting
For another seismic encounter.
The beautiful isn’t peaceful
The beautiful isn’t peaceful
It is a calm sea
With raging storms underneath
Licking the surface of the waters
The beautiful is symmetrical
Alien in its normality
Worldly in its vanity
While turning lies into truths
The beautiful is a song
An ensemble made of odd parts
That rises out of you
But dies on the lips.
Peek a boo
The brown shoe box in the closet
Contained fragmented pictures of ghosts
They snickered
every time a human breather walked by
hands reached and then retreated from it
sometimes feet stood there like queen’s guards.
The Sun also liked to peek a boo once in awhile
While the shoebox slept an ageless sleep
Spiders, ants, flying and crawling things
Have sent their special envoys without success
The ghosts snickered
And days kept moving
No one knew what happened to the shoes
They must have walked out the front door.
No thoughts, no goodbyes smiles
For those left behind
Just a melancholic smell
Coating the old brown shoebox
And snickering ghosts.
All this to say I still cry at night
At the thought of you, papa
And I wake up with irritated eyes
And a shoebox full of your ghosts
Snickering at the hole you left all around me
That’s when I turn the hands of Time
On the watch you left me
And for this moment in eternity
A smile slides out sadness out of my face.
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he wanted
to put his fingers
inside of me
but I am no puppet—
i am a woman
that will not love
unless consumed entirely
as colliding planets do—
violently, without the skies
to watch.I am no moon,
craters I may have
and I may conform
to rain but I will never
bear the thought of what
I’d do to one if caught
between these stringed fingers.he wanted to fuck me, too
like thorns among bare feet
but it was all a dreamand i am not yet awake
and i am not yet awake
so raw and so beautiful
Auto destruction manual
Once food enters the body
It brings with it the necessary ingredients
For the bio bacteria in the gut
To sustain life and bring death
Until this star has run its course.
To vacillate
We were walking down a prairie
Trespassing on an old lady’s territory
Our loud arguments disrupting nature’s harmony
And our minds still infused
With shopping list
Sexual frustrations
Family shenanigans
The crumbs of modernity choking our lives
The bubble was going to burst
Just as a breath of roses and jasmine
Took the cloak of fatigue off me
Oiled my joints
And left with graceful hips
.
Your stare turned cold and stone
I wasn’t listening once again
My sins were spelled out in your gaze
I closed my eyes
To swim again in roses and jasmine
To feel the bliss, the twinkles
We used to have for one another
Up in the sky, clouds played out
Lost tales of gods, monsters and men
This day was coming to an end
And we were left vacillating
Between intimacy and anonymity
Our steps were slightly out of tune
I tried to wrap you and tuck you
With just one look and the faint “yes”
Tugging in the corner of your lips
Meshed well with nature’s sweet cacophony
Spring was finally here.
