Her words were sweet melancholy
She sealed her fate in a written word
Singing of a poets undying love
And ran his fingers across their blue-inked stories
Enjoying the gift of his beloved writer.
I felt our hearts beat together in rapid unison.
his hot and mine cold
As if we were afraid
Of coming undone.
He says I am colourless and uncaring.
A fleeting passage, dog-eared and left upon the mounting dust of a bookshelf. He says he will re-visit me later. That he will always savour the taste of my words as they settle sweetly upon chapped lips. But when blood blossoms upon my torn pages and stories are lost beneath scarlet ink. Still, he does not come back to see me.
And maybe that's for the best
I hope you are in my next life,
And the one after that
Because even when we are different beings,
With different names
And different features
You will always be my favourite soul.
cracked china vase
seep through the crevices
glue it shut
glue it even tighter
pools of water
sink to the floor
sweep it back in
sweep or it's too late
roses laid strewn
spread in every direction
put them back in
For Gods Sake,
Put Them Back In
My first country
shook with vigor
Collided with the thrashing sea
I stayed because it was all I knew
I stayed because it was home