post war

it took silent broken
buildings to stand here;
here where you passed by
and unknowingly fell
into a love.

but i am already in a relationship, you see.
with my open wounds and a
healing heart. with distant
bags under my eyes
and out in the cold lethargic
winds.
with rolling laughter all
over my bruised intuition with
bruises i still cant see
bruises i still hear call into my
dreams.

so when
i snap backwards into purpose
i will find your amber hugs right
where we left off;

an open space with no spaces
with no places and no fear
no love and no hate
just a solitude
promise of being
one; skeletal proposal.

given dried peace

i was given an opportunity
to fail in my dreams ; so i did.
i whispered hate and manifested
dead skin only me and mine could
touch. flavours of the atlas dripped
into my mouth and down my
regrets ; because when i wake
i want to move without its loud
climate change.

taller than me and
not ready for me, my dreams
were dying inside
to fall free.

 

 

collar bone trust

i will not
be able
to tell you.

how long it takes to count
each breathe between us and
you became numb and eyes
became dust and dust becomes
our empty home.

i tire your cuticles; you
are free from this empty
bed.

my chest beats further away from
your drums and closer together
with my mine not me
my
mine not me.

rhythm of her hair and
coils from her skin gold
from her brows and heaven
in her glass torso;
you should have held
me closer and let the
walls die on purpose.