I used to picture you
with a voice oscillating like ocean water, casting words
as nets on a surface shimmering effervescent green.
And even the handful of stars outside dawdled just
a while longer to see the fish rise up and wink
out in the morning sun, scales slipping together
the way clay lips slot against coral white heart-cages
and curved, ivory xylophones patterned like shadows
and gold strips of sun. Everything quivers; we are only a
cosmic moment singing aubades, horsehair and rosin falling
like shooting stars against mahogany and warm steel, origami
folded bed, redefined by sharp angles and all the ways I am not afraid.
When we rise to sleep, pressed sable will drip down
and the air will be rimmed with the sea salt tang of dried coffee.

Darling,
there are a few things that I often wonder,
distracting me from my daily schedule,
confusing me with each question about you, that I stumble.
I want to know *all about you,
is that something you could render?

How could somebody so precious,
be so broken?
Somebody so sincere,
feel so much pain?
Somebody so innocent,
be left so heartbroken?
Who in their right mind would do something so horrendous to somebody,
who has been in so much vain?

You draw,
and I love it,
but why does your drawing only limit itself to your flesh?
Why does your inner self feel so scared to be expressed?
Why don't you give a chance?

You know that my gentle touch to your soul will be caressing.

I love you
and I could never say these things to you,
but loving you has been a pleasure.
Will always be the best feeling to me.
I could trade the whole world,
and still choose you over.
If
and only if,
you'd give me a chance.

Oh darling,
try giving me a chance?
You would be the happiest man at glance.
I would love you like I do today,  
tomorrow,
and till time ends,
Be your constant till your last breath.

We wouldn't be complicated,
I wouldn't be anything like your past.
I would give you everything that you really deserve,
love you with all that I have,
only because I want to be your last.

Darling,
we would be the power couple,
the ones who grow together,
all you have to do,
is let me in,
and
just give me a chance.

Try me, my darling.
'Being the matutine, and the night isn't that hard,
we could still interlace'
and maybe,
just maybe,
be seen together,
happily on the card?

                   ~kc
                     16.2.17
                     1:37AM.

I didn't want us to be an ephemera,
I wanted us to be sempiternal.
Sipping on the rose tinted wine of eternity
While our hearts danced to the waltz.
Though our love was magic,
I always found myself in sciamachy,
doubting and fighting my feelings.
We used to sit on the front porch
watching the sun rest on the horizon
of tomorrow. We’d pass time
laughing and spilling our dreams
into the intertwining lust forming.
The world hushed to the sweet
anchor of togetherness
we were imprinting like fossil fuels,
wanting to freeze time like a photo booth,
each night was spontaneous captions
of greatness we fancied
until we slumbered off at the matutine hour.
I miss that now.
The benthic intensity now tucked away
in the shoebox collecting dust,
holding dandelion seeds of yesterday's love.
Looking back, we were us,
but now I am I. No longer in dozakh,
we are left strolling to life’s tour guide
of imagination and mystery.