Starboy

I’m a growing
Icelandic shark
all grown-assed, I can
admit now
I have multiple heads

one that smells of
merlot and noir
another full of cold-
blooded diamonds
& often times under the moonlight
it seems, as if the eyeballs
have been sharpied
inside the sockets

I’m still learning how
to hold a hand and
walk through
or drink the leftover
blood from the skull
of others

my hands don’t warm
me and I like slipping
out of myself
often, leaving no hands
to take the lead &
puppet me

my dreams feel like
being sucked into
the sky & I lift, but
it is so quiet.
shhh…
I can hardly breathe

please, hold my hand.
it is such a pleasure
to be not dead and
walking through
this place, with you.

Moonlight

All I want tonight
is you

to hand me
a glass of Jameson

to grab my hand
and say

let’s run
We are still young

and then
we’ll rush
to the river
under the stars
shedding clothes
kissing each other
and pulling on the

moonlight.

Cease

With feathered quill
of moonlit verse
i’ll betray you
again
as i rewrite
your sunrise.

you cease.

my pen strokes
inhale your breath
osculate you invisible,
my ink
devours you.

The nightfall wonders

Breeze. Warm light spring breeze. The fresh aroma of wet stones purified by the new spring leaves danced around. The breeze carried the little streams of water to small distances now and then, just to come back to where they belonged. The scent of newly opened wine lingered around the air, making the whole atmosphere a bit tipsy. This wasn’t an excuse for the mishaps about to happen. There wasn’t any physical presence, but the soulful entity of the universe embraced the blue night. The moonlight played hide and seek with the trees, ingeniously teasing the ones looking for it.  The breeze was back. The way it started flirting with the hair reminded of a kid in the playground lost in his own world of limitless imagination and happiness. The whole thing together was a perfect orchestra. A free concert you can’t afford to miss. Yet there were no physical beings in the sight. People, sometimes, do miss the best and settle for the mediocre for the sake of others. But was that it? The best?

I don’t know yet.

 

 

To be continued…