I was summoned by their hum. Not by strangers, by familiar voices in crescendo. Thick Summer heat, the mumbling of lawn machines, and cicadas in heat, a melody I admit to abandoning for a more sacred hymn. They built an idol in sound. I felt wet for their bliss. Eyes prematurely soaked I dove in,Continue reading “Poem 6.5.21: Day Dream”
A mango as present Invites applause from tasteLeaving lockers suckHow does sweet feel?Little hairs in mine Tang a swirling parade Hear the edge meetCurved flesh, burns Warm sap and burst.
Sweet asterism pourUnravel bitter water Nurture as nature
Carry on you foolThe cords never stopped playingSo step and stomp out
I’m feeling the pitter patter of rainbow drops parading down my back. Can you still own a moment in time if you all at once consumed by it? I’ll drown in red and reach for violet clouds to a quiet ends before I know the answer.
“From me to you” is the first line. See, I wrote you a letter. And it’s true, that the parts signed with words like “us” Will feel hollow and fictitious, By time, my ink dries. And yet “you and I” will always Carry mercy “We” could never.
I live in between breaths Hollow are my words, for haute hymns are felt before they’re heard and the dead’s echos are canon. A rhythm rises from the soil promising rapture. First line, felt as love, A second line, a round imitating the first is met Fool crowds gather, lured by a land’s echo ofContinue reading “A Land of Lore And Hymns”
I remember learning the meaning of falling and silence when I first met you. You taught me how beautiful a Fall could be. I learned under the night’s glow what my heart does when it’s quietly elated. I remember learning the meaning of failing and silence when I last saw you. You taught me howContinue reading “Poem 01.28.21: If I Wrote about You, it be a Fail.”
Lie to you for fun? Most underwear are racist. It’s not from their jeans.
Struck with the blunt end A blade’s soft side flirts like love Heartbreak is a kink