There’s a hollow in me,Dark, quiet…and when my emotions fly through,the echo reverberates down to my bones. There’s a pain in me,when I close my eyes I can touch the angry glob throbbing red down my veins.
The Myth of Time
One day we will look back to those daysIced tea in our hands;something to cool our veins as our blood races home.One day we will look back,nothing in our palms but webbed lines that point home,but home is empty and the chickens didn’t come home to roost,the hearth is cold and the ashes were blownContinue reading “The Myth of Time”
Pain’s lover
My bones are lead,a fresh sacrifice on pain’s altarTime is a punisher,laughing at me with its hourly seconds…Hot then frigid,when the door opens and darkness swoops in.Only I feel his breath on my cheek,Like river water caressed by papyrus;Caressing me so,”do you love me so?”My hands are lead,housing fragile skin that breaks at the glazeContinue reading “Pain’s lover”
It’s a Rut
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
The Death of Immortality
Under sycamore trees you fed me grapes,made me whisper over and over that I wanted you.I knew the loneliness of your creation never left,the feeling that one day I would not be enough,just like the rest.But under that sycamore tree I was perfect and tomorrow was today.And you fed me grapes as you webbed aContinue reading “The Death of Immortality”
Absurdity
When heaven sunk and you were with it,it pressed your head to its bosom;Let you close your eyes and imagine,that you were still matter…You were still matter.Maybe it was your destiny;to drown with heaven,to find an end beyond the complacency of life,to stretch vocal cords with the angels,one of something,part of a whole. When hellContinue reading “Absurdity”
Thirst
We could wait forever by these shores,As wet clay begets dry clay begets…statues washed by these streams,frozen lovers of the river goddess;We could wait forever. Eons would go by and we would wait,fingers welded together…watching the seasons dance into each other,listening to the scorch that glues your finger to mine;We could wait forever The streamContinue reading “Thirst”
Session With the Devil
I am the rays of the sun when they kiss the spears of water falling over stone.
I am the silk that coats the leaves in spring,
I am the essence of ripe mangoes yet harvested.
Between Life and Death
Hello my sun,I have waited for you in the pages of this book,the spaces between my breathsAnd the whispers engulfed in the darkness.I have held you in my dreams every night,I have caressed your skin in your dreams. My sun,I have prayed that you remain bright ever.I have prayed that the darkness does not drawContinue reading “Between Life and Death”
Pure
It’s a fine line between death and life,in those threads of time when I’m under you,I feel death.I die every time your hand strums my skin,every time my breath stops and I drift on a web of hypnotised ecstasy. It’s a fine line between death and life,and I wish for death when you touch me.DeathContinue reading “Pure”
The Sound Of War
How do you know it’s war?Is it the piercing silence just before?Or the quiet blow of wind as it runs to the west.The sky remains blue,the gods unseeing.Just mere mortals’ squabbles, right? There is a split second when time slows,piercing silence becoming deafeningWhen hearts still and the ground shakes,graves in the making.Hooves split the silence,ClosedContinue reading “The Sound Of War”