Monday, 19 June 2017

ferocious gentle storm


Your touch be a sun ray or a caress from the wind

Your voice the roiling waves, rumbling thunder

The furrows of your frown

Chiselled edges, plateaus of the mountain high

Your eyes the forest at a certain moment at sunset

I sleep under your skies

Monday, 12 June 2017

Languid

sometimes in love
sometimes not
sometimes above
and under and sideways
liquid and molten
syrup: gold
sometimes we're young
sometimes old
it's a comfort that's not stagnant
but forever on hold
it is that ease of breathing
a breeze hinting despair
but a solace like no other
the ticking that betokens repair
time keeps expanding
elastic, pliable
stretching on into a
loose-limbed yawn
sometimes empty-handed
sometimes not
sometimes sure-footed
and stumbles and
a secret on the wind
a season
a scent
a sense
so languid




Friday, 26 May 2017

Linger


all you have to do really


is slow down your steps baby


let yourself let go


and let it all flow


breathe in the air slowly


until in equals out maybe


and look at the big picture


down to the small


cast off the hurry


and the haste and the fury


this moment is it


just let it


all go

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Still

Would you love me still
if I ran away
Would you love me if I
forgot your name
Would you love me,
he asked,
if I killed someone?

Yes

whispered the ghost
of the girl I used to be

Monday, 24 April 2017

inextricably

what do you think falling in love means?
is it like a dust particle falling into your keyboard
unseen, minuscule—unnoticed and negligible?
is it like a tear dropping into a teacup
losing itself in many circles of frequency
dissolving, diluting into nothingness
it is like how my cat goes crazed at times
she suddenly freezes, her focus,
her entire world now suddenly just one particular thing
she turns her head a full one eighty and although
it is inextricably a part of herself
she chases it
trying to capture that one thing
that one thing that provides her balance in life
would you think on a bright blue day, when the sun is shining
when the boys are playing basketball on the tarmac courts
when the kids are hanging upside down on the jungle gyms
clambering to the top of slides to call out
"here i am!"
to a world below
that on a day so bright that we're all inside a tiny globe
that's floating inside a vast nothingness, so full of black
so full of dark, with shooting stars, and gas and dust
dust particles that are like that little dust particle
that fell off your skin and into the keyboard
superclusters of galaxies of dust particles
they say there is that theory where the universe
came from nothing
where after a blink of the eye
you suddenly have a reflection when before there was none
what if when you are standing on the shores of a lake
looking at the glassy surface at your reflection and realize
that the reflection is really you on the shore
what if love was really nothing but everything and
falling was not into a thing nor within a thing
what if you fall in to fall out again
because it is a strange thing that is happening to me you see
that i am in love with being out of love but still i am in
and it is a complete circle i keep on going around and around
chasing a something that is already a part of me
inextricably
if everything comes from nothing but things fall apart
maybe things can fall back together
like the number of times i've pieced myself back
when i thought i'd already shattered the shatters
when i thought i'd already shuttered the shutters
closing out the light to batten down the darkness
but really i was outside the whole time and inextricably
falling