What if? (1)

December 15, 2011

#10 What if? (1)

What if all my pillows of sleep

those gather near your breasts

curl into a tissue of tears and scars?

My street lights went mellow,

you walked on my petals,

I breathe like your treadmill,

you catch the shadows and paint

you pebbles of paths,

we’ll never walk or cry together.

Nectar in your eyes,

I’ll never regret.

Decided

#9 Decided

Two or three ways about it,

rush and spill the silk over nothing.

Scarecrows, we stood and watched

the field, the birds escaped us green.

We held on to the phantom,

the planet beyond the eclipse

Afraid to choose

December 11, 2011

#8 Afraid to choose

Divided into multiple,

afraid to choose the tree,

the shade that spreads over cups

of evenings. The windmill chose my body,

I chose the blades and into a million pieces

for tomorrow and the day after.

Repetition

#7 Repetition

Glowing and radiant you sit in front

of our story. My eyes can’t miss a thing.

It’s about summer days that never came,

of scarves and little fingers that twist

in and out of shadows. The frames of black,

the nectar of smiles, circle around our

dishes of soft light. I repeat words as you

repeat your love.

Over

#6 Over

Thank you for bricks and stones.

the stream ran out of steam as we

lost each other in a moonlit

conversation. Let the rail take me back

to the station of the master.

ghost of towers rose above my

shoulders. Crimson was flying in

this direction when my eyes closed me in.

I shook my head and climbed down

the window.

Residue

#5 Residue

Count me in if you are drinking

from the residue. Every bottom knows

what’s left over.  Ketchup stains all over

the napkins which spread the table

narrating of a dinner of the past.

I walk to the window, always with a scent

of the oblivious.

I wasn’t there.

I am now.