Losing her was hell, the fire never died out,
ages later he still battled with the flames
for she'd dug deeper than a first cut should
and deracinating her evidently left a bruise
whose healing became an immense doubt.
By one whom he supposed was a blessing he was cursed
losing her redefined him for the worst
The flames endlessly conflagrated until he got addicted
to the volcanic infernos of his unmet desire...
and with eyes that had run out of tears
as all were shed through the instantaneous years,
he endured insomniac nights, battling his demons and monsters
with melancholic songs as a source of sermons and bolsters
but when he could fight no more the darkness his mind did think
he spewed it on paper in ink, if he couldn't find a hard drink
for like his liver, his Heart had no more room for all else but pain
and as a result, he neither forgave the past nor loved again…

I woke up this morning and asked myself this question
How far have I gone on the avenue of moving on?
I got no immediate reply but then when I stood by the window pane
the fingers of dawn were still desperately seeping through
the spaces where you used to stand and hugging the cold bed.
the curtains swung in mutiny blown by angry winds
winds which hitherto our break up gracefully lifted your brunette hair
I walked out and even the door creaked in mockery of my loneliness
and guess what happened when I looked back!
your beautiful pillows were more red than burning charcoal
my eyes hurt at the light the Sun shot, I had to blink
the usually harmless orange orb was harshly telling me to think
I ignored the concerns of all these guys for it was my life
not for the curtain or the rays through the window pane
the pillows, the doors and the cold bed knew nothing about my pain
so I walked back to the sink and washed my face
and the splashing sounds seemed to echo, my home's like my heart
without you there's a void, my home's an empty place
couldn't ignore my ears, unlike others,they were here right from the start
they know the truth like my eyes, nose and lips
my eyes grudgingly shut missing the touch of your palms
my tongue touched my lips trying to restore their faith
even the touch of my tongue didn't feel close to your wine kisses
so I ultimately got my reply, I am still limpid and in pieces
your closet still carries everything you left
the kitchen still clatters calling out your name
I redid the walls but with even the smell of fresh paint
I assure nothing changed, everything's still the same
in the night I freeze clutching at the monsters of your absence
with ravenous longing and burning desire that could start a fire
tears crawl out my eyes in devastation to burn out the flame
I haven't moved on,not a single step from that day
my feet are liquid with the heat of defeat and remorse
arms paralysed by coldness for my fingers miss the warmth of yours
the spaces asking for soft fingers that fitted between perfectly
the skies of my soul have been cloudy since, my eyes do the rain
big boys don't cry yet I can't make every tear disappear
that can't happen unless you return, unless you're right here
I know I said I wouldn't miss you,I was wrong
without you I'm but rubble and shards, I'm eating my words
so please come home, come back where you belong
I won't move on,yet behind is where my beautiful future lies
I miss the whispers, I'm fed up of nightmares and whimpers
I promise forever if you return, no more goodbyes,
just a white dress and a ring,I promise the isles,
come home my love, you're the home, you're my wife.

There were rough seas filled with flower petal edges of turbulence and razor prawns,
waiting to open up a tumbling soul.

Only to let go of the need to understand, an optimum trajectory of will leaped into the broth and brought relief and ultimate indifference to the cutting possibility; rather a soothing shudder of calm and blissful undulation.

Yes, thanks, yes is the response! Immersed but floating in the sway of comfort and grace. Yes!

Stand-alone peace, chilling on a favorite dune with fantasies of the abundance of succulent morsels; shared with friends and loved ones. All of us forgetting any of the beat of time, reveling in enough; no where to go and eons of travel to get there.

Warm waves unraveled sheaths of golden fleece to meet the blue/pink wash of clouds and sky; revealing a tapestry of imagination that is endless upon endless dreams.

No where to go and eons of travel to get there…

A sunlit path opens to a sparkling patio of popping fairies, illuminating their joy to a slumbering neighborhood.

Heaves of breath rise up and in, running at a cadence beyond control; wrapping my soul in a velvety embrace of soothing mystery.

Inviting our neutrality to dance and mingle away the feelings of billions of other; observe, come, join and smile.

Let our beings meld and take wonder of the ultimate lungs; breathing and exhaling and evermore following a journey of creation.

Not capricious on a cliffs edge, rather a surge of incessant freedom in the sea before us.

This is all still yet turbulent, our fantasy of fulfillment; and now we join to bring a portrait home for keeping.

Swim, hop and delight; we are one.

Dark draped and pliant as ink; resting on the pinpricks of stars and their steel pins.
Wrapping  and bundling us in a pose of obstinance and theory; still alive but inert with the weight of nothingness.

Seeking and pulling into a container of black soup, the strength of fear was no match for sharing.
Once, a race began to meet on the other side of spatial creation; opposite but circling like sexed schoolmates on a crisp autumn day.

Time as full as galaxies and their grandchildren, never slowing to consummate a dream.
Air still beatable, vapor fogging the porthole of eternity to leave only a thought. Many thoughts in lineup, creating a community of ideas and filling the vessel with voice.

Moving, transcended outside into the film, looking back to the throng; mightily laughing at the joy of one.
Gulping stars like candy and dust from the crest of curling waves; removing the glue and melting into an orb of amniotic stew.

Knowing one, being one, as one.

I can sleep on my pillow of love and eternal travel.