wrap the darkness around me
I want to feel its inner surface
bone cold, lustrous black liquid silk
let this night be my grave
shhh…make no noise
my wounded heart sleeps
I turned you into a poem
I could never say out loud,
But deep within me
your name is a song on loop,
love has set aflame the night in my eyes,
the purple moon rides across the rufescent sky,
there is a carnival tonight
and I am fishing for stars.
my body tends to remembers
things i told it to forget
like the gaze of your thumb
encircling my breast
and all the conversations
had in the language of
breath, tongue and lips
wrapped in the icy warmth of silence
memories have turned green
under the empty aching blue
of your absence.
I collect your whispers and
arranged them in tight sentences (lest they flee)
try to make sense of it.
In your absence
sadness of things speaks for you.
Your abject indifference has seeped in
and taken shape of everything around me.
Words have long since turned strangers
The cell phone has turned into a paper weight.
No, if you think I am saying all this
because I miss you, you are wrong,
One doesn’t miss oneself but
gutters too have limits when the sky pours it’s rain
Overwhelmed by his scent,
she throws her arms around his neck,
draws him close,
her breasts, full nippled,
brush against his chest.
Surprised, his arms stretch forward,
his hands gently reach for her waist.
Afternoon light streams through
the window of the barroom,
and in that moment their lips meet.
He crossed a continent to be with her.
In their imaginations, in a virtual world,
they had merged their beings for months
now close at last, they talk, they laugh
and kiss as they explore,
Soon the moment will end
and all that will remain
will be a nostalgia,
echoes of memories and
in nondescript bars,
cafe, and hotels.
(inspired by a photograph by James Goddard. )