Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Morning Sickness



Pain:
Discharge from a weary heart
leak into private crevices.

Wet:
Your image bleed and spill
over my night garments.

Burn:
These uneasy pores on skin
breed forgotten warmth.

Loath:
Your absence soaked in the air
make this moment unbreathable.

Fatigue:
The heart wanders until
it forgets its own rhythm.

Unloving



How incessantly we halt
with the moving time
that’s born in us.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Be-ing



An ending self
quietly burns inside
forgetfully.
Be awake love,
I bear tonight
a predestined pain
blowing unhurriedly
over the ashes of time
heaped in the vacuous-ness
of our disorderly hearts.