We lived In the shadows in the in between Bright eyed 17, and your hands are like treasure Hunters roaming for Emeralds Which you found by the time I was 18 and in love Warm skin Wet lips a Hummingbird’s Heart beat I was your New York Style Strip Steak Medium Rare Your morphine drip, drip Drip. Numb 20 with Switzerland Jaded 22 at the Berlin Wall and...
As we sleep Cosmic fires fizzle to embers and Sun kisses Nocturnal Affairs Goodbye. He lingers on Rice paper eyelids To receive Morning hymns, chants, worships (Surya) Never as alluring as (Ratri) But quite as responsible for The damp smelling green On the other side of the Cellar Door
Faces of Faith
Owl blinks twice at sunrise In the presence of mountains, Eternal faces of faith.
Submerged in Glittering coal waters, I am nude Aware of your Hypocrisies
…Nipping at our heels He sits on the gravestone Watching us die.
Disembodied gusts crescendo Upturned umbrellas reveal metal Skeletons inside out Porcelain armies round the stragglers Hopes sag on crumbling shoulders
In the silhouette of our destruction, The bubbles you used to blow Sitting on the spring grass, Dandelions in your hair, Have returned Carrying your smell of sleep and Dying roses.
In the Hallows
You know I’m there In the Hallows. No point in denying all the Moments that lie Enshrined in the Hallows Of your mind- Camouflaged as thoughts of Your new girlfriend.