Let us twist and contort ourselves
to fit into the most infinitesimal
spaces— where
ceased hope
was too enormous to fit— where
fear blocked the entrance—
but you and I, my darling,
you and I will mold so well together.
Even the most professional sculptor
could not sculpt the hope; the love;
the desire that we have created
with our intertwined souls.
We will go to that place where
one only wished to enter before
life annihilated one’s courage.

Where is my friend?
Comrade, come and let’s flow through the vicissitudes of life
together.

I wait on the highest hills searching for your genuine hand,
and friend I tell you
the climb was not simple at all.

Find me, my dear friend of solace, and tell me I am not alone.
Tell me in truthful words that
It will be okay.

Fall into my longing arms without any preconceptions of my being.
Dig into the very core of my existence without fear
and tell me
It is time to open.

Never deceive my heart, my friend, and our friendship will blossom
like Lily flowers in Spring.
It is you I long for, dear friend.
I will always be true.

Somewhere in silence I rested
with collected dust that memories have left behind.
They told me it was all I could have.
They told me there is no meaning.
In the end it will all be as meaningless as dust

For what reason do I wait?
For what reason do I try?

I feel it fading.
It is fading into the vast space
that held words never spoken
and feelings never manifested.

This is where dead end wishes will desiccate my being.
This is where giving up will dismember every limb.
This is where I will have been defeated by life.

Red, red wine,
you were supposed to
rid every memory of
fallen love out of my
tired mind, but instead
you deceived me and
forced every thought to
float to the very top
of my existence—
and for that I hate you.
I hate you.

But I love you, my sweet
red wine. You are the
bittersweet taste of my
lover resting lightly on
my tongue, numbing my
nerves, and slowing my
thoughts. Melancholy
has befriended me in the
most pleasant manner.
And for that I love you.
I love you.

In my thoughts

you mimic the phases of the moon—

the waning gibbous tonight only reminds me

that you are 68.4 percent away from disappearing —

You will be back again, though,

shining luminously into my darkness

and your beauty will hypnotize me as it always does—

(the striations in your eyes carry spells

of which I am much too susceptible to)

you will dictate my every emotion— just as

the moon dictates the tides in the ocean.

As you crawled out through
the tiny space left of what
could not ever be,

The curvature of
your spine whispered to me a
delicate good-bye;

A good-bye that not
even your gentle mouth could
speak into my eyes.

Tell me you will find me.
Will you look to the ruler of all lovers
(The pearly moon)
And ask her to point you the way?
Will you remember my face?
I left a message for you in the stars
And the constellation is exactly that of
The constellation that’s scattered within my freckles.
Underneath each, there lied a memory that couldn’t be forgotten.

Time is a violent wave when letting go is essential,
But you must realize that the bond that once seemed
Inseverable has been severed.
To what are you perpetually holding on to?
What in the space of shadows is compelling you to stay?
Do not let illusion consume you.

I’ll always remember the song that was sung to me from the ocean-
The ocean in your veins.
Will you remember mine, or will I be merely a leaf
blowing past you in the wind,
never to be seen again?