"midsky" poems
I knew the feel of paridise, the day you held me in your arms,
pulling me close to this ethreal world that only existed at the edges of my fantasies
That stormy night we conceived a bond,
I remember you rested your head on my womb and named her dawn,
you said someday our dawn would come,
Some day I will hold you before them, right under the harvest moon
they will let me dance with you....
In all truth never in my life had I been in the presence of royalty,
walked down the red carpet till the very hour I laid my eyes on you,
the sight of you, the idea of you......
Never in my life had I seen the perfect setting of a sun, sea gulls fleeting through the skies, purple blue birds midsky.....
Oh my my my a black prince had just kissed somewhere inside of me
I knew the feel, the sound, the taste of paridise the day our hearts embraced like the skies embrace the seas,
I could swear I saw them kissing, toungues dancing, exchanging breathes conceiving the perfect horizon
Me and you afar in the horizon shadowing my mind,
like the desert sands embrace the rains letting them belong, burying them somewhere deep within....I knew.
no words......
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
I took everything, without choosing,
a flag of my territory fluttered
without wind.
Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips
cryless eyes.
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident.
A satellite crashes in midsky.
A star in waste was rising.
Multiple setbacks start,
like the botched transplant.
Thieves were active in dark alleys.
Kicked at slump bodies, like
sleeping on road.
I was always afraid of unknown.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
I took everything, without choosing,
a flag of my territory fluttered
without wind.
Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips
cryless eyes.
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident.
A satellite crashes in midsky.
A star in waste was rising.
Multiple setbacks start,
like the botched transplant.
Thieves were active in dark alleys.
Kicked at slump bodies, like
sleeping on road.
I was always afraid of unknown.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC