kisses, laughter, heartbeat,
fast, faster, . . . breathe.
Stars are thrown
out of order,
frisky looks and
destined lifes.

yelling, sadness, silence,
quiet, quieter, . . . breathe.
Stars are smashed
out of sight,
scornful looks and
destined lifes.

Bangshi looked at the rolling gold before him.

Not a day would be without two square meals this year,
the surplus produce would earn him good money.

It was then his eyes fell on the thin little girl.

She belonged to somewhere else
always seeking something from the sky
showing little but her ribs jutting from dark skin
and if she ever swam her limbs in the wind
she would run up to the pond
to catch the reflections changing with the hourly light.

Her home wouldn’t see harvest this year
as her father had been ill for months
that could only mean starvation for the family.

Bangshi followed her eye to the sky
autumn blue without a speck of cloud
but for a spot of rain gathering in a corner of his eye.

What if instead of selling the surplus
he shared it with Malini’s family?

She saw him
she was speechless
she can't even move
then the world stops
his lips on her forehead
an unexpected moment
so genuine, so real
he hugged her so tight
saying she's only mine
then in that second
he whispered words
her soul and heart forgave

- J. L

Welcome to my funeral, won't you stay a while. They say I look so natural as I lie in state. I have such a pleasant  smile don't you think? I am dress up in my finest clothes, though I am a little stiff. You will have to pardon me if I don't shake your hand, I am just supposed to lay here and look rather grand. So won't you stay a while, and fondly remember me. Perhaps I put in my will, you'll have to wait and see. For now don't worry about me for I no longer feel a thing. Just enjoy the refreshments and know that I am glad you came.

You loved me, I rejected.
My mistake, now regret it.
My days have now been filled with darkness and rain
I realize how much you've suffered, for now I'm the one in pain.
I truly am sorry for being the cause of your sadness
So many people have broken me, and I became heartless.

many flowers, only one blossom...*

the singularity
of it

even a king does not
ride the same mare
twice

each particular
and unique

each time a new
first time
whomever the
writhing body
beneath

whether upon

the car hood
or cemetery grass

behind a dumpster
or in a bed even

one's red ****
explodes
disturbed
only by a
ceiling fan

another clutches
screams and howls
out an aria

a third comes
silently with
giant moon eyes

tenderness
of thighs
and the
sweet wet
mystery
between

none admit
comparison or
nostalgia

each one complete
and unique

satisfaction is
not a number

whether one
or a hundred

even a king cannot
mount the same mare
twice

each woman
always singular

not one
ever twice.

shine of light through the heavily draped mist

|naked|

i kneel to pick up the crimson and drain
  the thorns of your aches

|naked|

you screamed in your cornerless voice,
    the blue of the ocean peels through
     the foam and then

|naked|

like fish struggling in
      a flush of current, swaying with
  the drowned **** and the derelict
     of ships revealing old shadows

|naked|

as we took a dive in each
    other's depths clad with bravery, now

  |naked|

     to the bone, in fear of our clutched hearts, breaking in the silence,
     looking through the window
     of each other's deliquescent being
      sieving through the world,

|naked|

Feeling worst
I Want rest

Tired of feeling bad
I’m glad
That yet I haven’t become mad
With all these sad