Gold was the color of your ruse
and your words deify scorching stars into bloom
and you reek of rust — the finest yellow there was.
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
you wanted to share the despair and addiction;
to eventually dip someone down, pull them
downward to descend with you; wanting,
needing to be understood and loved,
you need someone to pat you clean
raze you lovingly, graze kisses on top of kisses,
and casts them downward, leaving them a dust
in the wake of your recovery.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Under the shade of the scorching sun,
in the afternoon that combed furs and satin down
was laid none other but a knight whose return longed true and hard.
His hand hidden under his head, scabbard devoid of curious metal,
and despite the graying lines on his face—a moor reminder that he no longer lunge like he used to—;
his smile was the brightest that day, and true, and longful,
that of which will be longed again for thousands of decades,
but he was not about to die, no.
Death is inevitable in his age, in his hand, in every waking moment he rode
unto battles that he could only won to restart again.
But he thinks not of death at the time,
neither acceptance nor reluctance were present to him.
And in the afternoon that combed furs and the washed out color of his hair,
he looked far ahead to the grassy hills, back turned against the bustling market,
before whispering quiet and content,
tight lips that barely speak now curled upwards, to mouth: “You will live.”
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
my mother once foretold
that my overwhelming disgust
poured onto my skin and
patches of personalities
will put me on a gridiron
and wave me as a vapor heat
bearable, annoying, and
unwanted — but!
it is a process i forego
before i love the person
who will love me more than
i despise me
and that person is me
i am my wildfire
and i am my flood
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
i think of you late at night,
in between grasps and gasps
of thighs that are beneath me
and they held me tight, secure
until the still of your reflections
are blurred by the orgastic current
and i sat still as a stone,
unturned
to the revelries of you
to a memory bygone
and i close my eyes
to a tomorrow where you don’t belong
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
In a humble, restless, and romantic night, I thought;
I would wish you happiness, always.
Had it been drawn upon the lines of your age, crinkled
by years that had been grateful for your company
Let it be known that you were, are, and will always be happy
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:45 AM UTC
I missed the moon, I missed the sea
- and most importantly
I missed her.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
I want to be you
In the holy communal
I want to be you
Suffocated by the plastic bag
I want to be you
Sitting at the top
I want to be you
Head-diving from sixtieth floor
I want to be you
And happy 98th birthday!
I want to be you
Reading this and
I want to be you
Who had half the mind to wonder
If this means anything
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
you simply wanted to see if the rest of the world holds itself against you
or if they had leaned one too many weight against you
because this feel very textbook
instructions that are laid out in perfect grammar
and reality that sinks not quite right
and briefly you wondered if the world conspired against you
or probably loved you too much
to have too high of an expectation
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
how do i tell you
about the ducks by the pond that
we strolled on during evening’s prayer
with a promise of next time meeting
and mortifying stories as of late
and how do i tell you
that harsh as it may seem
the grass had turned pale green
and blossoms sprout into the ground
that none of this compares to you
and how should i tell you again
when i have to pack my bags and
send my daughter to college,
you were the one thing i have by me
and i slept onto your shoulder
weeping, but not in grief
but i will soon be
so how should i tell you
that i cherish the definite moments we share
and it seems naught to live
with the infinity in my back
haunting
restlessly
and maybe you should tell me,
with a wave or a smile,
that you feel the same way
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC