Artistry
POETRY
LOVERS
Your voice
It’s words,
The pastel light
In your mouth,
Fall on me,
Blushing like a swallow’s breast
Through thorns,
Into the soil
All Hope devoured ,
Silent.
You ,
i can not touch or see.
You ,
touch me.
You see me shielding my eyes
In the scorned heat of day,
And as they open to cry
Along the crevasses of night .
And when wind sweeps through my house,
I quiver under the warmth of your nomadic hand tenderly
Unraveling my somber heart of hair.
Your pregnant laughter
Shattering the air
like the last page of a book,
As i fail to grasp your wrist
At the strait of my neck.
Tonight,
I still lie.
Longingly like an understudy
Hiding behind the sides of a stage,
With only the breaking sound of my limbs
Growing like vines,
Dry ,brown ,
Searching and searching
The outlines of you .
LOST
Sometimes my lips remember how you drew me in,
The melancholy in your hands cooing like Sirens far off in sea;
Orange of the blinding sun were your caresses,
You carried me to your soul.
And I ache less for the poverty of my memory,
But wholly the pain my love knows
I wish that you’d always be there
Starched bone white snow
Running towards me mouthing
“i am breakable, i am open”.
You are all the nights i have slept with,
Like the garden in my dreams, warm,heady, distant.
If again ,your firm long silhouette would lose itself,
I'd search till i was lame to find you ,
Like a river can not forget overflowing
My stomach the sparing hunger of your words
As My fingers now, small and frayed will never let go
Of the letters i wrote and never could send.
I MISS YOU
Within the blossoms of death
Myriads of eyes and ears
Rapturously gush inwards
With Praise songs
Of radiant emotion
Luminous dripping symbols
What longing they contain to
Gaze upon the untampered soul
Once again
Kissing the undoing of its myth
Until
Death and Seed
Living and Nonliving
Un-Complete
A Father and daughter’s love
Forever written in their palms