I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.

the light is humming
on your fingertips, but
but i think my mind
is playing tricks again—

you are not here,
you do not love me.

last night, i watched
the ghost of you
carry bodies safe to shore.
you grunted and groaned,
your hands and ankles trembling.

i watched until dawn,
until you called out my name.

some days i cannot even
present myself to you.
some days i cannot even
be the one you love the most.

it was like last night all over again:
you call out for me,
the light in your eyes—
and i, in the dark,
knowing that if i listen closer,
i’ll only hear a mouthful of absence.

now as i stand here, by the shore—
the light on your fingertips,
my mind still playing tricks on me—
i know you’ve been gone elsewhere.

i know you’re not here,
i know you do not intend to stay.

I am a caged bird
unaware of freedom
my cage is my home
and this chain in my foot has become part of my soul
Until one day master let my cage hang in the balcony
and I see you
You were wild wind of the season
that makes all the trees dance
sun was burning my feathers
and you become the cloud that cover the sun
you lift me up
let me spread my wings
I want to fly but
these chains pulled me down
but I try and wounded myself
You made me realize I am a prisoner
for the first time in life i saw a ray of hope
sound of footsteps blocked that ray
I looked at you to set me free
you blow so hard that it breaks all the chains
Alas! I try to move but I can't
you were there waiting for me
but my apathy won't let me free
you have been to many valleies and towns
and I am new to this thing
I am not wild like you
here comes the master and bring me in
with tears and guilt I leave you in swing

I feel bad for the Moon who burns my skin
It wasn’t her fault, but rather her lover’s
Skin once milky white -
Now swathed in blistery red
What was once a warm embrace -
Now needles in my veins
That deceiving Sun
Who once kissed my flesh into a blush
Has abandoned me to the agony of nightfall
And here I sway among a sea of grass caked in Summer's tears
Shaking my fist angrily at the Moon
Whose glow neither harms nor heals me -
But reveals her lover's trickery