Go , You can go far away ...

To the  city , To the ocean ...

Eyes you fall for ...

Arms that hold you ...

My voice shall not reach you ...

But when my desire and wish reach the highest ...

That make me to shed tears ...

Then Come back

What does it feel like?
Swallowed, like Jonah, I swim in the pit of its stomach rolling with the sea; in putrid stinking company.

Until, at long last there is a great sneeze- for you are the fire, the expectorant, the release.  The gently pulling back of the covers and kissing red, stinging eyelids- while I’m deep in the belly of the whale.

my gentle fingers create divots within her supple skin
squeezing her,
mocking the ache in my chest
upon the first taste.

refreshed on the brightest days
splashed by the warmth of sunrays.
it’s been many long months,
in the minutes between.

and suddenly i am back on earth,
brought back to life,
her on her back,
my mouth on her thighs.

I know my parents’ reason of concern.
What could they have done?
What could they have said?
It’s no one fault,
There’s no one to blame.
Nostalgia was just
their daughter’s best friend.

What we’ve come to know
about being human
is to grow in phases
to take pain and grief
from the ends of the bookshelf
and to stir them into the atmosphere

breathing in and out
until the silence between each breath
was a bridge to relief

it was never to solve the puzzle in a day
or to sort through all the pieces in
a strategic manner
but to feel the joy of frustration
the strange joy of trial and error