I saw your heartbillowing on the clothlinewhere you hung it out to dry,while your soul leftfor forty days of fasting in the desert.Through your now clearand transparent huskI could seeyou have marked the placewhere you wouldput them back—right next to your wounds.
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.
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.
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 […]
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.
Copper Pod is my most favourite summer flower. The copper stems and buds that blooms to yellow five petal flowers with wavy egde made me ignore ever other summer flower. They told methat they envy mebecause you write poems for me.Just to get them off my backwill you […]
Twenty four generous years.He counts her laughlines.They are more than the starsin the silent skiesShe bends to his longingand whispersI will be here in these meadowssinging for you in birdsongscalling for you as rainI will be forever this place on Earth.
Remember the timewhen you pretended,you were terrified of lightningjust as an excuseto hold me tight? Then you saidmy heart beats louder than thunderand my blood singssymphony with the rain.