from the moment you put down
the weight
of the couch you helped me carry
I noticed little sweat drops
escaping the subtle tangles
of your hair
running into
the shelter of your arms.
i was modestly jealous
how easily they could get
somewhere i’ve been craving
to go, all this long.
in that moment
i promised the foggy city sky
i’ll find a way
to slip into your skin somehow.
Almost like a dream in lost landscapes, Behind the rickety gates of our past; There rests a rose which resembles your shape, Which transcends the beauty of the valley vast; Always in the heart she loves, And hears every whisper that weeps; Her smile echoes in the sky above, Below a forsaken forest lies asleep; Each day the sun climbs up your lips, To shamble in the tricks of lust and pride; A song, like a wing, it eclipses, The continuation of landscapes by your side; Almost like a dream these words will forever shine, In the summer skye where our fates intertwine.
and it is
the mildly painted winds
and stacked streets
i walk among the laboring
shadows, the scent still clinging
to the holes in my jacket.
the feet have no known
destination, and
so do my eyes.
it is the light
in the sky, that cuts through
the vacuum of her presence
and wishes to fill
the void, the reminiscent of fall.
but the rain ticks
turning my body clockwise
to the next course
even though her feathers
still calmly lay on
my clothes, the bird
who chirped the songs
of summer, has left us both.
her faint feathers
and silky silhouette
dives in with the waves
and swim on, to where
her heart belongs
but cometh the fall
and once again
will sing the bird
loud in mid-summer
a singer everyone has heard.
do not stand for me and wait
i won’t be there. it ain’t my trait.
i’ll be gone before you even know
along with gushing winds over the snow
i am the blinding light of your blues
i am the rain of a thousand hues
do not stand there and act shocked
you listened as well but never walked
when the stars drown you every night
i am the sailor of their guiding light
do not stand for me and try
i am not there. i did not die.
the universe broke open an
arrangement, a melody that sings
to the stars every night
and leaves us begging
lay our bodies down
and lift us up in our
nakedness.
but she,
left me bleeding
with progressive rhythm
and subtle taste of
her intergalactic lips
to die.
i heard the melody that night
for the very first time.
my heavy eyes
rest peacefully on the
air between
and so does the frail
trails of curls.
the twisted tongue
has it sorted out tonight
with a little help from my friends.
there’s only one tune
that would swoon
the dusk into dark.
it won’t be long
before these trained fingers
go to work
yet again, keeping the
soul sane and letting my eyes
smell the Californian rain.
and it’s same every night.
but wait, a slight change is
in the order of our light
tonight.
i just found a dime
in my pocket.
make me feel the seasons you’ve lived.
I killed myself yesterday.
the sun crept out from behind
the blue lilacs
like flakes of peaks beyond
the cityscape.
my hair started
to rot away at a slow pace
while the vultures flocked
for my remains.
one by one
they took me apart
and safely stole
what was essential to me
almost as if
this was their fate.
to decide my fate.
and they left.
i got up and collected
my remains
the essentials
destined to fate.
little did they know
what is essential is invisible
to the eye.
to her, death is quite romantic
the only way to please
her caring’s her religion
her sin is her lifelessness
across her thousand seas.
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