(November)

it is a wonder how I came to love you
so much that I feel all your pain
when it hits you.
it is like I wear you on my heart and
whenever you break, it breaks too.
looking at you, I wonder
how you smile and laugh
and love through all the hurt dealt
to you by the world.
I realised, one day,
that you are my smile too,
my laughter and my love.
you remind me to catch the
sun’s rays so it can be my
light in darkness;
to put my own pain on
like a vest so I am able
to shed it later and stop it
from becoming a part of me.
it still baffles me how we
do not share a mother because
I love you more than I can fathom.
I think I understand it better now:
you are the sister the universe
forgot to give me.

It might be odd that I see myself as a vase –
an ornament –
waiting to be filled…
with nights of immense passion and pleasure,
days of adventure and discovery,
and feelings that wake me up in the middle of the night
with remnants of your touch on my skin
and ashes from the fire ignited by your lips
as they made love to mine

Fill me

What is left of me is this fragmented figure
on the verge of explosion –
into nothingness to match my soul.
Empty:
the sweet-nothings that you whisper into my ear
startle you when they echo back
Your tears, in response, are like clay between the cracks,
a balm for those on my heart

Fill me

You hear my cries for help when I wake up
screaming from a nightmare.
I am wrapped in your arms and
your steady heartbeat is a tranquilizer,
an anesthetic.

Your caresses are gentle
as you sing me a lullaby.
I allow myself to enter my nightmares
without fear because I will wake up in your
armoured embrace.