words go dry
before they leave the mouth
the will to write has gone
the stories have left me
the minds distract
the heart, intact
no emotional ups or downs
no feverish laughs
no sobbing sounds
time finally learned to freeze
and the words go dry
in the riverbed of thought
a desert landscape
until a monsoon comes again
to drown it
in new metaphors

Your voice was as sweet as a siren
A conscious contradiction
You said that love is impossible
But I heard the waves inside your ribcage
And saw you smile upside-down