maybe in the past life, we met each other as the sun and the moon during the first eclipse. maybe we met as the wind and that mailed letters that flew out of a messenger's bag. maybe we met as the shore and the sand, and we carved our promises on tree barks to meet and fall in love again here, in places made of sunsets behind skyscrapers and storms that fit inside these words.
and now, trees have gone scarce but i'm carving a new promise on your lips with my ink:
let's meet again in the next life and i hope centuries from now, i'll meet you in the peak of the ferris wheels; you were still scared of heights when we lived our third lives. i hope i'll meet you when i look away after making up constellations from the first stars that come in with the dusk. i hope i'll meet you in coffee stained shirts worn in underrated poetry classes.
and in case we get to read this poem,
i hope can we recognize that it's written by me. i hope we can recognize that it's written for you.
The strang thing This morning I was happy But I had the sickness. You woke up Knowing that I was with Child You kiss me And walk out. I scream for you to come back But you were gone. In a few hours You came drunk And sad You were exhiled From the temple Though angry you were not Instead you kissed me And sad that i loved me You then kissed my nether regions As we made love A love that wasn’t forbidden Never more.
I awake the next morning Only to find you Asleep at my side ****** and empassioned I let you sleep and wake up When you awake you Ended up craving my flesh And more ***** I was happy to give you Both. Crazed you gently kiss my nether regions I grab you to my face Kiss you Hoping to see what I taste like
The next time I see you my beloved Karma I was a horrible sight I started to get into the ***** I say sorry but then You start to dabble And we end up Make love Euphoric from the ***** I know it’s against your beliefs.