so, if you happen to pass by,
be not an aurora but a meteorite.
crash gates and leave a mark,
meet me at a crater in my heart.

my bright burning star,
tell me about your journey,
where you travel high and far
to come to me again like Halley's.

i will watch you do wonders,
for my love do not tire.
even if the world is in reverse,
noir or iridescent, you love i.

when she loves,
she spills over.
she makes a mess,
a mud puddle.
so, lover, be creative
to stay afloat.
if you must bring
a boat and a paddle because
the way she loves drowns—
heart always full, lungs out of breath.
your ribs expand
to take in some air.
your sigh, despair
of loving instead.
maybe like her old flames, soon, you too
would wish
her love burns less.
but, she is meant to engulf all,
like the waves that hit the shore
with unrelenting energy.
she is meant
to be consumed
by the whole of your body.
no, she cannot water down her love
for you, for anybody.
and so, lover,
just hold her steady.
any less is unworthy.

on my call logs your number’s one press away;
apres numerous delays suddenly now’s d-day.

under wary vision, my phone rang once and over.
a low chime came along, then a screech was blared,
followed a broken ding, is a **** no one has ever heard.

my lungs braced up more and more compressed oxygen,
as hovered my head were you on scenes could’ve happened;

my phone rang louder in my hand,
so loud my pulse cracked a rib open,
then the room heard a long sharp beep.

our call ended as my hands near yours were once no more;
hence prayed upon my soul here and now reaches yours.

you can pour it out unrefined.
i can hold it for you,
the mess made by your love,
one i verbosely write about,
but, never truly understand.

darling, we can just figure it out,
as we go places and stay
within each other's hold.
for better or for worst,
i am your willing capable mold.

who is sending you off
when you were the one who watched
when your people go?

do you call it grace
does it feel less of a curse
when you kept your word and stayed?

who tells "good work" now
who welcomes at home
when the last one finally arrived?

are you watching?
are you watching?
my long-awaited homecoming.

inside are my hopes and dreams and a photo of you.
i count my cash against the bills i have to pay for this month.
it seems that i cannot go to you if there is yet another oil price hike.

i know you will understand, the desire to see you when my wallet bleeds dry.
as a salary man, i dare love you from a far distance,
well-knowing inflation is highly segmenting lives.

everyday, i am wearing my heart even bigger on my sleeves,
because i love you today and there is not slowing it down.

how
do i
reconcile
with the thought of you
when it means
my unbecoming?
nothing is left
of this girl
once
you are unclothed
from her skin.