desire

one autumn day

let’s talk sometime
one autumn day
somewhere where autumn has a name
and a face
where the myriad colors of dying
leaves warm the eyes
let us have
a full conversation without words
only the language of skin on skin
hands in gestures of unmistakable meaning
lips shaped to speak
in tongues that trace phrases of endearment
between sighs expelling fears
and pushing away questions
until the time of parting.

blooms

my hands
are full
of blooms
picked
from
withering graveyards
remnants
of past lives
that ended
too soon
watered
by salty rain
because
heaven did not care
enough
to shed
a single drop
to bless
a simple
wish
and now
my hands
are heavy
and cramped
and tired
and heaven
still does not
seem to care
as i stand
alone
in the graveyard
silent
waiting
yet another life
about to end
too soon
a love story
that never
got past
hello
and i open
my arms wide
to let the blooms
fall dead
unblessed
unreceived
unnoticed
to just
let
it
all
go

box

i keep a box
of the things you’ve touched
things of mine
which had the blessing
of your hand laid upon them
or the invisible imprint
of your lips
i wonder when
i can put myself in the box

giddy

you
make
me
feel
giddy.

green water

i can smell his cologne
i can imagine the thin,
fragile, invisible wisps
of scent curling,
rising from his skin,
then hovering protectively
around him like an aura
he smells beautiful
and i picture a pale thin face
beautiful with dark, fathomless
nightsky eyes
wading through that
delicate cloud of scent
and of the pale lips
touching my skin
and i hold my breath
to keep it
there

blessed

i leaned out of the window
as you passed,
holding out my arms
to embrace the air
where you have been
still faint with your scent
still echoing with your voice.
i tried to catch your gesture
as you waved and smiled.
then, blessed,
i drew myself back in

fingerprints

i kissed
your fingerprints
on my skin

here is my wish

here is my wish
my wish that shall last a lifetime,
maybe it will never be fulfilled,
not now,
but it breathes still maybe because
it remembers a time when it was
when it was a wish, and then a fulfillment
maybe there was a time when you and i
were king and queen of some magical kingdom
maybe my wish survives because
it is content in the knowledge
that there was something,
that it had a soul.
and maybe its soul is set
for a happier life next time.
maybe this lifetime is a test,
or even a rest,
from all that is happy and beautiful
maybe it wants to be whole and complete
by also being sad, and yet
it remains beautiful because
it hopes.
here is my wish,
that shall last this lifetime:
that you shall love me, somehow,
forever or maybe not,
maybe just for a time,
but you shall love me well.
and maybe if your love fades,
it will be a quiet death,
and we shall always be friends,
and the love of before will be a love
between friends.
ah, but the point is:
you shall love me,
somehow.

Night

Night creeps on earth,
having cast the ageless spell
that makes people slumber at her coming
in her dark-colored nakedness she crawls to watch
with her eyes of old stars that have long died
she carries her heart
that silver orb, endlessly dying and reborn,
an image of which is reflected in his realm
her heart is his light, though he would not say,
and she would not ask,
lest he lies

she watches over her eternal gift to him,
all these sleeping souls
and she knows that he smiles
as he creates for them
and she knows that sometimes
he remembers the gift-giver
and she is content

old and scarred

my heart is old and scarred.
how can i offer it to you?
it is poorly glued at places,
fragments are missing,
a few are embedded
in some betrayer’s callused hand,
or lost in the thoughtless trampling
of some careless
indifferent soul.
do i even contemplate
showing it to you?
it is burnt in places
where sin had irreparably
left its taint;
it has many dark corners
which hide the things
i have yet to find,
and know,
and accept.
will i even dare
share the discoveries
of these shadowed crevices
with you?
will you even care to?

later

later, perhaps
i can ask you
how it was
when my shadow
revealed itself to be
a creature
that loved your light

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