lluvia de abril

Nov 2015

Asim Javid

She was like a candle.
His touch set her ablaze.
Illuminating her present by incineration of her past.
She burnt and burnt till there were ashes at vast.
He tried to hold her,  but through his fingers, the ashes slipped.
She was finally free,  free from confinements of her sins.
His fire made her pure.
Released her soul from the impure.
The fire was the end of her,  and she swallowed it right the abyss of her soul.
The fire was her redemption, which made her whole*.

lluvia de abril Nov 2015

I can't miss you more

If ever you think
that I could miss you more,
this, you should know.

You are the shape of my lips
facing always side up
the weight of my thoughts
leaning heavy to your side.

You are the line of my back
as the strength that it holds
the warmth in my skin
and density of my bones.

You are the coffee I drink
never cold, always black
the caress on my cheek
that stays when you leave.

You are the tone of my voice
when it calls out your name
you are the yearn in my body
when it needs your embrace.

You’re the look on my face
the very change in my eyes
when the touch of your love
reaches deep and remains.

You are the man I adore
my companion of dreams
and of course that you are
*you are the height of my shriek.

lluvia de abril Nov 2015

Involuntary Breaths

I miss you
in the breath
of broken promises
in involuntary verses
of the prose I cannot write

I miss you
in a senseless beat of irony
and the nights that close my eyes
with the truth that strikes the wall
in the calm and the collapse
in the storm that will not pass

I miss you
in a corner of the mind
too often occupied
with involuntary rhymes
and in all that I cannot write

lluvia de abril Nov 2015

Knowing

To miss you is
to see your face
in the light of intolerable yearning
and trace its outline
in the blind memory of my fingers
knowing, knowing
I will never see you.

On a day that pain is abundant, memories begin to escape.
Remembering his face becomes harder every day.

lluvia de abril Nov 2015

You call, I come

You call, I come
- surrendering the fight-

how can one fathom life
so far from your thoughts
as pieces of the sun
- kisses wither in time-
and sieving memories soften
the fall

-you are my demise-
sweet harshness striking in calm
stripping marrows in early dawn
-yet you cannot will my will-

A paper weight holds
down the heart and all beneath
slowly dies
-petals arched in the sun-

And yet, you call, and I, well I
just want.

lluvia de abril Nov 2015

Disgracefully Close

To be so close
your breath feeding my breath

-flesh-

veins running through veins

-sustenance-

the chest shelters you near
to touch an image in my head, just one more step

-stillness-

the chill that settles in, trying to think in an interrupted place
-let go, wait
I want to hear beyond your thoughts
the right and wrong what is it, do you know?

- your eyes-

beyond the second that splits veins at every stare
just one of yours
and a pitiful attempt to disobey
-the flesh, and thought and veins-

I cannot and I fall
every time
disgracefully close

-asking for more-