1.

you kiss my hand
i suppose to myself
that you are doing that
for the cinema novelty

2.

you look around my room
“you live in this little world
such a mistake you’ve made
to let me in”

3.

i take that as a threat
i sleep with my most prized possessions
under my pillow that night
like a magpie

4.

i don’t know why i’m uncomfortable
it is partially your fault but also
it is not your fault

5.

i can’t find this flattering because
you don’t see me as a person
just a vision of what
you wish i was

6.

“can i sleep on your floor?”
you ask the most vulnerable question
i cannot look you in the eye
when i say
“no
i prefer to sleep alone”

7.

i am sorry
i am all smoke and mirrors
cigarettes and my reflection
the sun tastes my skin
and now i’m sharing his burning

If,
In the days to come
The earth should shatter asunder.
I shall practice leaping until I can
Cross the gap and bring my love to you.
If,
The climates of our individual worlds
Should shift, and snowed in
I find myself surviving an arctic wasteland,
I shall dig myself out,
Trudge across vast distances to meet you
Surrounded by frozen lakes.
If,
The sky should open up
In showers of sentient black lightning,
And hound me underground,
I will brave an electrified death
For just a chance to place one final kiss on your lips.
If,
You should need me in the night
Call my number and hang up after five rings,
And I will come and find you,
And wipe away your tears.
If,
I cannot find you in the hazy stupor of twilight
Know that by dawn I shall place my healing touch upon you,
And you will feel my love, as it courses through you
And all the horrors that lie in wait
Will fade away.
If,
You stay in my arms
I shall love you
Until the sun swallows our bones.

i am the sun

that rises from its nightly earthly grave
propelled by hope to find her love in skies
unmasking galaxies for their disguise
his mighty queen, pursued by lowly knave

and finds but empty space littered with stars
its solar flares upon its face but scars

descending then it falls into the sea
and drags the heaven's colors to the floor
its light extinguished through the closing door
in dying for a spell will cease to be

i am the sun

(C)2012, Chistos Rigakos