it's the maddening hunger
that runs down my spine,
my nerves, they are loose,
glowing like fireflies
I cut myself open for this glory pain,
like the sky opens itself
for the pouring rain
a reddish coat covers my pale skin
and I feel great
  I am sane, sane, sane

your glassy eyes
tirelessly staring at mine
   we both keep our lives
out of each other’s sight
still, we sleep in the same bed,
but our hearts do not beat
in the same rhythm, and
when we touch we cannot feel
    each other’s warmth

oh our tired bodies,
fighting against these constant
urges to run,
   far, far away from ourselves
and rain is pouring down our backs,
even when the sun
shines
  
but darling,
our love has ended many times
once in September, once in July
    we will find back to
    each other again,
when we’ll have crossed oceans
in search of our light
     maybe in June, maybe in May
our love will revive

[ I promise ]

the wind pulls at me
and I am surrounded
by whispering voices
something digs its claws
into my heart, churlishly
oh within it lurks
the mighty power of death,
and I too burn for its desire

how I crave for
this kind of destruction
call me the fire of the wind
for I will give it all my light

You would stand in front of the window, naked and raw,
Black tears still stained down your face.
The moon's light doesn't quite frame you the same as it used to.

You think of the days of being illuminated and bright.
Of sunlight dripping off of you as your hands touched
Someone new, someone deserving, someone else.

Nothing since has ever felt as real, as true.
This light has traveled from a quarter-million miles away
To accuse you, cold and pale, cloying to your skin.

Where are they that went asleep?
The ones we had, but ne'er keep
Right here in front of our eyes
They flared away in the sky
Yet, we pet our mind not to fret
As if we knew the world they went.

Josh Wealth Pampam ©
Micro poem