the night is falling onto me
and my eyes stare at the descending blackness
that first frost touches my eyelash
and I shut them close,
collapse back into the
womb of death

morning's here
and I have nothing

the stillness
of this innocent gloom

of the lanterns silently gazing at the open field, wet,
swaying
as the slow evening whispers, sighs
waiting for the sky to fall back into the sea

I'm sitting here
on the wet wooden stairway
and thinking of you

Oh, my dear
When I lay on the bed the way I do
I search for you

Your soul seduces me
   your voice, your unwavering stare
Oh, my dear
   how you make me sigh
   there's so much on your mind but you say nothing

Just sit there
and I shall dance
for you

and out of all the things I chose to remember
I remember
   the way she tries not to smile
when my eyes flutter close as I breathe the smell of
her body and
  how she writhes faultlessly like
the sun upon seawater
with subtlety her voice it blooms
inside my chest
still


Her lips stayed quiet most of the time.

She reminded me of mellow white flowers I remember
how I wanted to stay by her feet when I felt low
   her toes, pearls of deep blue waters I thought I remember
shone within her black eyes forever aglow.

It cannot be silenced
this throbbing hunger, as it burns mildly
a yellow flame against the silhouettes of now

They know what this madness is
this hunger that I talk of, this fire that keeps bustling
the stars are watching me
as I look back up
and they know

The gloom feeds upon me
the sky, moaning, unafraid,
vulnerable

   a slow moon rises
and disappears before it rains
the breeze, inviting me into the woods

what do we have, to lose
honey

A time will come when I'm barren inside.
Every sound would remind me that I am hopeful

I am rain, hoping for shelter
I am the running breeze. Screaming, unabashed.
I would confess all those ugly truths,
about living and loving and forgetting
and be fearless, senseless.
aimless, being
just for the sake of being

learning to find love in
your silence will teach me
everything I need
in order to live.

with love
*amrutha

It's early morning when he opens those gorgeous eyes,
Black and beautiful, precious and shying away
Early birds twitter, early lovers kiss
With faded early moons in their eyes
Burning, their thirsty lips, pale their fingertips
Coyly around his neck her wrist
and The forest breeze has woken up
Wailing like an infant, softly into the air
Who said love is a quiet bud in the bloom?
It's a wolf screaming with desire
And gratitude and coldness
It's that cave somewhere deep into the woods
Which you'll find,
and enter,
and wonder how you've ended up there.

Footprints
Long ago -
     can't hold

Warm water
Yesterday-
       now cold

Clear sky
In the past-
      it's gone

Dreams made
Not alone-
     undone

Seawall
Once that strong-
      Broken

Seabirds
Together-
      unseen

Two hearts
Believing-
        asking

One love
Forever-
         hoping