Hidden giver, sighing life into fields of
Wheat’s ears, rolling tide-like to meet the rusted gate of cracked through orange-ore, resting ajar guarding the hedge line Arms out, splaying fingers I divine life here- God’s flame, burning Barakah, sacred zephyr warming fingers, frosted with tired life help them loosen and live bright
All angles and edges in place of curves Your neck Cinnamon, turmeric and salt Your skin Wheat-dark like pages of a well-worn book Your atlas back Arched like a cello’s waist Your elegant fingers Graze the ivory shell of my ear Your hollow collarbone Perched like a sycamore branch Crawling its way up My pelvis My sternum My throat Until finally hanahaki springs forth From my welcoming lips.
Meteors are made of three components
Iron, nickel and silicates You are made of something simpler Sea salt, angst and Tenderness Yet my fingers always fall short Of reaching you But if you did ever let me caress the space Between us Not just in our lips You’d come crashing down Exploding in a kaleidoscope of flames Orange and silver sparks flying And I would still hold on Even if you take me with you.
I could stare at your back all day
Your shoulder blades slice Like doves diving into rice milk Am I being saccharine? Only for you, my sweet rabbit If I pry into your ribboned cage Would I find a tanghulu heart Or a hollow space where I’ve stolen it? I hope it has found a home in my mouth Despite the high chance of cavity At least I have you to fill the empty hole between my lips.
A fox sits in the forest at the foot of my house.
Each morning she intertwines with the sunrise, materialising through graceful leaps It leaves me breathless; all I can do is bathe in awe. One morning I extend my hand and she engulfs me, gracefully I become whole again. We dash through trees and fields and meadows She dances, and leads me gently to the tips of the earth Her breath resounds against hillsides, and as I fall I catch almost a glimmer of light-dipped roses, and golden daffodils.
my tea has grown cold in the time i have sat here and dreamed of you.
i lay at night
wondering what it might be like to see your eyes when you come undone and he's in your thighs and then i remember how i surrendered that luxury when i let go of my heart what a startle it was when i looked up and found that i was not alone before my eyes you denounced my lies and pleaded with my dying soul but that wasn't nearly enough
I'm watching the space girls as they go by,
With their high rise boots and their low-cut shirts. I'm watching them waltz through the abyss With not a care in the world. I'd write thousands of poems for my space girls If only to watch their lips read a work of mine. I'd paint a masterpiece for my space girls If only to hear them speak of something I created. I'd wear elegant dresses for my space girls If only to watch their eyes scan me up and down. I'd compose rhapsodies and melodies for my space girls If only to watch them bop along to the gentle beats. If only to know that they listened to my Music to watch space girls by.