Here and There

 

Along the wrinkles of time

lay my age-old heart.

On heaps of withered stillness

its shrilling wreckage strewn.

On shores of a missing story

facade of love tides surge.

I wish to set sail one last time

give me your child-like eyes.

Worlds, words and woes vanish

as I go astray to gaze yet again

into this young heart―full of stars.

Fall

A portrait of your nothingness,

lie carelessly on the fringes

of my halting anticipation.

Retrieve

The truth steps in quietly

with its yearning feet that

lie in timeless love and wait.

Where else can a bruised heart stop?

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.

That Never Leaves

Hold me ceaselessly

as I drown in time.

Clock

The 2 a.m. of my soul

awaits at the barricade

of recurring nights.

Instinct

Come, sail with me,

in this stream of death

that freely rescues.

Elemental

What’s burning in the rifts of your heart?

What’s taking you away from me?

What’s this universe?

Retrieve and reclaim the memory

of torment and tenderness, love.

You become the becoming

of an endless search.

I return to my own darkness,

I return to you.

This Endless See

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This is where you begin,

This is where you end,

' I ' will meet you here,

Here is where .  .  .

Where?

ere?

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A Distant Throe

In the midst of uncertain orgasms,

spurts a summer night in all its intolerance and

an invisible loathing for love, lover and light.

Infinity

Dear broken heart,

what brings you back into shape again?

to be broken once more…

Stumble

Your insufficient touch estrange

an illusion of a forgetful heart.

How helpless is such a buried

sarcophagus of this feeble moment.

Paltry of bare tears hesitate

to run down over obscure absence.

Our fortuitous love is just an extra pyre

On human time and space,

burning a heap of dead

and half dead souls within.