"heliophilia" poems
she was too fascinated by
the sun
shining in the sky,
that she didn't realize
how it made her
blind.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
We watched the sun fall down and scrape its knee again, across the horizon.
Effusing amaranth, carmine, and cochineal across polluted vista.
It felt petty to issue guttural laughs, or engage the myofacial crescents beneath its visual lament as the Earth turned its back again.
We watched the sun rise, bruised, tender and shy this morning.
Its muddled contusion obviated by the gauze of fog.
A mottled neophyte -
Luminescent crepuscular rays defied dregs of interstellar debris and cloud.
Aching to kiss your skin -
In stellar cloud nursery, it eschewed the torque of orbit and gravity - eras before verity of your essence.
Humbly settling concentrically about oblate sphere, and gaseous tome.
Latterly - It altered the atmospheric pressure on the other side of the planet a week antecedently, as you clung to your dream lattice, and Earth innately turned oblate nucleus.
Its intent –
A veneration of you.
It bade the atmosphere convey a breeze echoing about your dermis, as it gilded your frame laconically, betwixt shaded steps beneath cloud and arbor.
The sun yelled at me at its pinnacle today,
Pallid bone – molten - miasma of rage
Its core missive garnered inertia – coronal plasma warping ellipsoid factions in inflections of elusive filigree
Pirouetting spicules spattered smelted torrents in the dismal anchorite
Atomic schism – silent but felt
It stoked humidity under shadowed niche - casual vaporous smears evinced no clemency.
Flesh torqued, and seized beneath itself, briny globules shed from puckered pore.
Culminations of sensitive fluid sacs scorched into the shallows of my chassis.
Insignia knit in cellular shrapnel
The sun ignored me today – or perhaps, it was I it.
Enigmatic tenacious resolution – an echo of its gravitational collapse
Inverse thermonuclear fusion
It is not fear in a relationship that keeps you apart, it is neglect of the infinitesimal.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I craved the sunlight on my skin
But the day had come to
An unsavory end
The night didn’t need
An introduction
I was all too familiar
With the loneliness
Disguised in darkness
I need light in my life
To survive
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
She can't hold the elephants in the room again
She need to release it
But how can she do that
Without
Being judged by other
She is drowning
Yet
She is flying
She was nyctophilia
And they're heliophilia
She wants to rockabye
But it wasn't easy at all
So
What's the point of it ?
-S.I
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
You sauntered in, relaxed
And curled up in your favorite chair
Waiting patiently for time
Offering me the warmth of your lap
A silent caress, a lingering embrace
And I - lost in the sunny bylanes of joy
Inhaled the fragrance of nostalgia
Soaked the fleeting moments of togetherness
And then - as if not to wake me
You gently slid away, one moment at a time
Careful not to shatter
Into a million fragments
My little piece of heaven.
© Esther Paul
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC