• pearls

    don’t wait too long, the tides are high in a full moon, she is pulling; your presence pulls the skirts of the sea, and her ankles tinkle with pearls for you to kiss, it lasts for a day; hurry, love, the curtains will come down soon, it’s not enough, it will never be enough,

  • horizon recedes

    the horizon recedes, there is eternity in the palm of my left hand, and an open red bloom in the other; love, i can see everything stretching from this point, there is no end in sight, no beginning, it is as if this has always been, i cannot stop the rivers flow, it bleeds as…

  • gravel

    like these gravel by the side of the street, sharp and edged, so many; nothing special, but just one yearns to be found by you; your hands that once held truth in each tremble, hands that outshined any sun in the sky; let me bow to it,

  • an apple

    the sea parts, and there she sits; stone-still, folded in prayer, never realized–too beautiful–completely and wholly untouched, ah–what a birth, mother, i wonder if she will ever awaken, i have no warmth to feed her yet, but love, here is an apple,

  • two beats

    you carved through, chest to stomach like a carcass to be devoured; your emptiness knows no end, and it has reshaped me stranger to myself; my throat aches to scream stuck mid-frozen, love, it takes all of me to sustain two beats; rip my neck open, these cords cry to be sung, i can’t get…

  • unrelenting

    a million ripples in the rain, more, water slips through my fingers; i cannot believe that i had thought to control the tides; each drop had inflated, conflated, quivered through and i had the audacity to say that this feeble, limp shade stuck on a stick could have ever saved me from your unrelenting touch,

  • sunbeams dream

    you are melting on my lips like the first kiss of snow; i can feel the edges thaw, melting in your warmness; i had thought some things are left for myths and faraway constellations, but, here, in your eyes, the water sparkles and sunbeams dream,

  • skin and sinew

    love, i wanted to close the rip in the seams, stitching over and over, quicker—lips and fingers bleeding; but you weren’t asking for repair, the strings cling the edge of the cliff, everything demands complete unraveling, ripped through; skin and sinew lay bare, bones, and beating heart,

  • rows of roses

    love, i am tired, i have labored in your fields, tilled and seeded, rows upon rows of roses, i have played upon each row like a music note, twirled and twisted until i could no more, love, it’s exhausting, i had always thought for you all movements is real, but, you wish for a single…

  • a violet

    maybe it will be drowned in all the noise around us just like we forget to look for the moon on some days, but, if you do look up…it’s always there; love, don’t feel lonely, there is a constancy that i cannot describe; i haven’t learnt to come forth from it yet; i hope i…