Reminisce Kiss
Posted on July 25, 2017
I left my kiss
like a moon
hanging on the skies of your lips.
You will remember me.
Burn
Posted on July 23, 2017
You tore a hole
in the ozone layer
of my love,
and then asked me
why you got burned.
Don’t worry,
blistered hearts
heal stronger.
You, like the rest of them,
will turn out fine,
and I will just remain
torn.
Not here
Posted on July 21, 2017
You wanted to save me.
You put my despair
on the operating table of my brain.
You strapped it down.
It was supposed
to be a corrective surgery,
but it went wrong,
there’s blood everywhere,
and now despair bleeds
from my eyes,
those pulsing exit wounds.
You wanted to save me,
and I wanted to be me.
Warrior
Posted on July 18, 2017
I hear the drumbeats of my ancestors
in my bones,
you will feel them reverberate from my knuckles,
you will hear the elders’ electric tongues
sing for you in lightning flashes
from my hands.
Every strike you land
will cause my own blood to speak to me,
mortality’s voice to singing to me
in salty lyrics trickling down my throat.
The song will tell chant for me to kill you.
I will paint you with my thunder,
and make you unrecognizable,
my name will tremble down your skin,
and remain echoing in your ears,
getting caught in your mouth,
and gagging you
when you try repeating it.
Defeat does not rest easy within me.
Flesh Carousel
Posted on July 17, 2017
I watch love’s flesh carousel,
people pushing and shoving
to get to their favorite lovers,
some lovers seat one, some seat two,
some seat a few.
Some lovers remain alone.
You can see the sadness.
Unchosen. Unwanted.
Just spinning.
I watch love’s flesh carousel,
sitting on a bench, sipping my coffee,
and wishing I had some cake.
Belong
Posted on July 16, 2017
I should have known
that you were not mine that night
when the sky blushed with stars,
and bit the lower lip of her horizon.
It was not possible to cage divinity.
Either way, I still wanted you.
I set a trap,
but when I looked back
your gates closed behind me.
I should have known
that you were not mine,
I was yours.
Himalayan Heights
Posted on July 12, 2017
Your pink salt kisses
took me to Himalayan heights,
from here
my past makes sense
with your hue still tingling
on my lips,.
Your pink salt kisses
took me to Himalayan heights,
from here my future makes sense
with your taste trickling
down my throat.
Your pink salt kisses preserved me.
Don’t let my dreams spoil.
Hide
Posted on July 11, 2017
I take out the knife
that you stabbed me
the back with
and used it to peel your words.
I need to understand what’s beneath,
but the more I peel
the more I cut my own fingers
and the more I see
that your words were hollow.
I sit here
with my hands full of blood
while holding the skin of your lies.
Love is Anarchy
Posted on July 9, 2017
Love is anarchy,
a wild horse
stampeding through
the prairies of time.
We are left
reading the tracks
of a being beyond us,
that we were not meant
to contain within our understanding.
Do not tell me about rules,
or that a person’s love is violative.
Love is anarchy.
temple
Posted on July 5, 2017
You carry your pain
like a shattered halo
under your tongue,
your words sometimes
get caught in it
and fester there.
When you don’t speak
I know you need me to
untie your infection
with the religion
you find
in my mouth.