I’ll read this poem in
eleven years
and know that
my first love is
dead , has died
somewhere on this world
his blood saturated
his heart that
once loved me
still .

I know that we are not made for each other
But I know that time will allow us
To be with each other.
Will you
Or will you not
Accept the truth
That not all people are made for each other
But I know only us made our own destiny.
Will you
Or will you not?
I will always love you
The way I suppose to love you,
If you don’t love me
Just open your heart for me
So that I will prove to you
That I am worthy of your love
Your commitment
And your understanding.

Autumn questions
with no immediate answers

gradually denuding
to reveal skeletal branches
penning their script against pale skies,
writing of the sharp tongued winter
lying ahead

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.

Everyone knows you are not with me.
I prefer that they believe so,
This way you become everything,
I taste you in every meal,
i add all of you to everything I do, you shine in my word and we savour each other in aloneness in your being the centre of absence.

Don’t forget the moon
When you’re swimming in the sun