loving you is
like                 that moment
                        Icarus flew too close
                                             to
the sun

Can you live with the 'could of's'?
I will have to now,
Or not.

I could have kept you company when the world deserted,
The gift that kept on giving, per say.
Or not.

It's irrelevant how we came to be in each others space
I was there at the end
Or not.

We didn't ask for this
We both just received.
I hope the hands that were wiped clean
were fresher than the sheets.

I could have changed the world, yours for definite.
I could have scaled the charts, my star brightest among them all.
Or not.

Of course I could have brought shame to your last name.
Dragged you down and ruined opportunities
Doing what you did could be a new start, set you free.
Or not.

Did it make you wary of the world, every action and reaction?
every lingering glance curbed by memories in the stirrups.
You could add branches to your tree in the future
Or not.

talismen
           align
               'neath onyx skies
                         lift
                           crystal *****
                                     filled with
                                                visions
    ­                                                   of
                                         magic,
                        malevolence
             musings
alchemy
               creates
                       golden chalices
                                                to hold
                                           the wine
                                 of illusion
                    sorcerers
             casting
spells
      pixies
             sprinkling
                               dust
                                       spiders spinning
                                  orbs
             whose gossamer
threads
                      capture tales
                                           of
             ­                                    kings
                       ­                                      castles
                   ­                            princesses ~
                                 wizard wands
                         meander
               across
the night sky's
                     wilderness
                              rearranging stars
                                               into patterns
                                                        ­   to be read
                                                as words ~
                            cryptic languages
                        wishing
                 insight
              into
mysteries
            opaque
         ­               clouded
                                      hidd­en
                                                    locked
   ­                                       within
                                  soldiers
                   and samurai
seek the key
                 while dragons
                                      breathe
                  ­                                   flames
                                                          ­ of  passion
                                                    ­     into
                                      the cauldron
                              that lights
                     the banks
of a river
              of dreams
                        cliffs rise
                                along the edge
                                     casting shadows
                            that plunge deep
                         to nightmares
                 hearts climb
and fall again
                   caught by
                                      the jagged edges
                                                           ­     of love
                                                  and bitter
                                    melancholy
           ­              climb and fall
                  again
bewitched,
                beguiled
                         becharmed
                                        by incantations
                                     to
                   the moon
goddess

I will learn to love the skies I’m under,
I will fall for the beauty of the rain past all the lightning and thunder,
Don’t turn your heart cold,
Buy back the soul you had sold.

Walk with me on the roads less travelled,
Sway and swoon
To some heavenly tune,
Dream dreams that are not our own,
Observe constellations that we had never known,
Freeze ourselves in pictures and in photographs,
Get lost in between lines and paragraphs.

And then when the lights grow dim,
The bottle is no longer filled upto it’s brim,
Lie with me in the darkness,
Close your eyes,
Feel every breath,
Listen to the faint traces of Lionel Richie still playing on,
Listen to the hollow beating of our hearts,
Listen to the clock moving on,
And most of all, listen to the fading noises as sleep takes you over,
Tomorrow when you wake up and the world is just the same
And you look across the bed just to struggle to remember my name,
Do walk away leaving me in the depths of despair
And my soul vulnerable and bare
But you should know that
I will learn to love the skies I’m under,
Because you? You were my most beautiful blunder.

Losing a phone doesn't also mean losing access to the internet

It meant losing feelings
That I had written down

It meant losing words
I had transcribed

It meant losing contacts
And the evidence of late night talks

It meant losing memories
Of piano room privacy

It meant starting over again
When I still had things left
Unsaid

Musings that never found a home in a completed poem

I.

      and he swears he saw a million futures in his eyes and they all led back to him

II.

      his eyes were like the middle of an ocean; calm and steady to expertly mask the worlds of chaos underneath

III.

      to trust is to give away a piece of your heart and hope its new owner doesn’t crush it between their teeth

IV.

      and you wonder if telling the truth and cleaning your conscience is worth breaking your own heart

V.

     he almost made her believe that, that she was brilliant. she wanted to believe it, but she knew better

Summer come, but already
her heart is dropping temperature
yet again,
already her hair is blasting across your shoulders down to your arms, your hesitation and your unhinged desperation of her heat.
Her bones scattered all over your
almost-said words and in the crevices of your proud, unfazed deceit.
The fine threads of her sanity tangles and knots up in every nooks, crannies and cul-de-sacs inside you.
In your bedcover, your clothes,
the chair.
She is drifting away.

And I walk on this earth
With footsteps light
Like butterfly legs

And I love you
With passion that soars
Like butterfly wings

And I bid you farewell
With my lips on your cheek
Like butterfly kisses