You punish meby loading your cauldron of silenceon my back.It weighs heavybut your antagonistic eyeswarn me I cannot spill even a dropand if I did,it would takea whole sky of paper napkinsto wipe it dry.
When you miss melook for me in the meadowwhere we namedour white daisies blue,where you plucked trebles from birdsongand composed music for the wind,where we watched wishing stones in the streamsparkle in the moonlight.I will be theretill you no longer come looking for me.
As if I needed a reasonto leave the porchlight onfor you to come looking for mebeneath the Bougainville planternext to the bottom porch stepwhere I buried my heart along with the house keysand place me in the locketresting above your heartwhich is the only place I knowas somewhere […]
Flower Of The Day Yellow Trailing Daisies appear when Summer ends, bringing along with itna wistful feeling. This one is for Summer. Just one hour leftto release my breathmy subdued wild heartbeatsthat starved all summerfor the lemon peels in your skinand the water mint in your sighs.Just one […]
I was too empty for words.The truth is,the sword I kept in my tongueto deflectonly the sentences that betray me,beheaded,even my carefully scripted textsat the turnstiles of my throat.So I am taking this rainyou have left for meto redeem at least my empty eyes.
Keep it a secretthat your eyes are my favourite booksand the crinkles at the edgesare left by my fingertipsthat cannot stop turning their pagesover and over againto read the endless new stories they dream for us everyday.
Everytime I think of youthe fingerprints you left on my skinrise up into the airforming glowing inkblotsof a Rorschach Testthat I always describeas shapes of the wounds I causedwhen I was being mean.I wish insteadfor once they resemblethe constellation you named after mewhen you hid it in my […]
Is it too much to hopethat the ivy you gave mewould somedaygrow into a shrine?Is it foolish to believethat the nectarine pit in your heartwould somedaygrow into an orchard?Perhaps I shouldkeep waiting for that somedaywhen you would turn aroundand nod at me in the affirmative.
Twenty Words Tuesday by Bulbul Week 35 Banner The shadows beneath her eyes hold banners that say, it is here, she translates seconds, giving shape to his absence. Leena
When I miss himI wear his gold toned Seiko Watchthat he left for me.It’s cold metalgrafts his skincellsinto my wristand it’s heartbeatssing Daddy’s little girlin morse codealong with my heartand my tearsdry on their own.