A distant known stranger, voice to remember.
Spoken with a sweet hello,
she told me a story,
waiting in line, order ready.
I told her she reminded me of a song that wasn’t pretty.
When she asked why,
I told her, I always knew
You’d be the one sitting delectable.
After years have passed, without a word.
Years have passed, Unseen, without a nuance.
Now, to see her in line – wishing for deaf ears, a silent hello.
You kissed me
Like the sun
Messed with my hair
Like the wind
Came over me
Like a wave.
Full of life
Like the earth
Was your love
It was everything
And I was done for life
As haunted below, I offer my soul, for the skies above once again have left me
to defend on my own.
A cliff above your violent waves to keep me breathless and blue.
I’ve become a haunted memory— a part of you.
Come, ocean tides, sweep me under your
breathless waves of delight.
I am many people.
My amorphous identity defended by multi-headed Hindu Gods
relinquished to the speculative distance between your censorious interpretations and my own mythical representation.
Each face bespoken to indulge your palate;
I am a potent cocktail of stirred spirit selves, giving you the heady rush you need to swallow me.
A doorway to you,
starry coat of velvet dark.
Dim the lights and dream.
I have so much love
bottled up inside me
just yearning to get out
that my heart is bleeding
into the palms of my hands.
For I have seen,
The ruins of a grand temple,
hidden now amongst groping vines;
Under a canopy thick with green.
Further North, a basin rests,
With a beast at its heart.
Through the mist, I caught its scream,
As its three spider limbs scrabble in the dark.
“If only I was done, for Mt. Bonochi tires,
Facing an army of clouds, and relentless rain…”
And the story went on; but little did the listeners know,
The temple remained unseen, and the beast in the mist unslain.
Closing this book before it begins would be a tragedy, so we keep re- reading
our lines, repeating what we know is right.
When I’ve fallen close to the ground you keep me floating. How long ‘til you
give in? My heart can’t emerge from below
the ground if you don’t fight for new soil.
Mud dries, pages loosen.
This story starts with you and me.
Have always known
The way around
The highs and lows
Where to press
And where to hold.
You studied every inch
Like I’m a hidden map
And you’re looking
For secret treasure.
This heart is more pain than pleasure; more villain than victor
Thriving in the breath of ashes gathered from burning time in all the places we don’t fit.
But it’s the only one brave enough
To navigate in the dark beyond right and wrong to meet our dream in a sky we can’t see
To taste fire in the beautiful chaos of an almost lover’s absinthe lips of apocalypse
To pick poison after poison to feel alive
And still survive.