dawn’s affair

Curl in your tummy closer to your chest,ribbon each second,let your lungs rest.Closer to your chest, consider each night'sblank page mess where youribbon each second,lasso the closest moon,blink with two fireflies, thenlet your lungs restbefore your ears hum with tomorrow's yolk-sun. — 18.06.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under…

can you catch me?

my brain, moresmudge than wrinkled-thinking-machine,eye-to-eye — last week's cold coffee & I — where is the milkin this sugarlessgoodbye. we're lockedbut we're also the key. there is a story withinthese cracks in timid tremble float, afloat.up, up, andaway. — 15.06.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives…

Two years taste like

my first dhal on our seven-hour train ride— spices still strangers to my soya-sauced-lips. a firework to my palette yet, you were there. with a camera taking notes of each knot on my fore- head, every twitch of my nose. i knew. i need not to glaze myself in honey to be enough for you.…

my teeth are missing

once we hear the rustlesof plastic bag, the heavy footsteps of my dad tired from a day-long toil, we know it's here. the treat we call Indian mangoes. Kings ofPhilippines summer (inhouses where cheaper varieties were considered best) dressed in grass-greenits flesh more honey than vinegar. if you're luckyat its center you may getyour own…

the weight of june

out of curiosity, how does it feel to be the middle month free of fireworks, carols,and turkey? the juicymango sun, the nod-ding daffodils, the terracotta leaves, all are not in your hands. June, doyou feel heavy or light as sand? — 01.06.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative…

Let me bloom

in between yourhoroscoped-hands’lucky cracks.allow me to takeroot, be anchored sodeep no soap&watercan slip me out of your touch. watch as i unfold—leaf by leaf.before my petals fall, a notice: you areallowed to tastemy fruits, too. — 26.05.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.…

a thousand times: after The Kite Runner

yes, for you, a thousand times,a thousand times over.hush. don't roll that question mark out of your tongue.you never questionthe lyrics of hummingbirds'afternoon noon song, never doubted each stroke ofsunset, all hues're never wrong. hush, let lick straightyour forehead knots, come listen, closer, for you, a thousand times,a thousand times over. — 26.05.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading…

moon’s eyes: a haibun

A bat flies towards the berry tree. If it has a fruit on its mouth, it's too dark to see. The dinner's curry cooks with cumin, turmeric, kashmiri, with some cinnamon bark and cardamom, too. Afternoon's rain anointed the soil just before the stars woke up. The spiced-breeze eats up the last tinge of petrichor.…

thawing

Here. Let’s share my mitten-hand. I’m from the tropics— tower of sea and sand. I know. I know you understand. Here. Let’s share my early coffee cup, blessed with its own shadow-thin cloud. No, darling, don’t look up. Here. Come here. My wrapped arms warm and raw. Melt with me before this dear mountain thaws.…

shhh: a pleiades*

sing to me Polaris' songsteady, constant of the north.show my midnight lullabysoftly rocking, back and forth.see the map on my pillowsalted as sunbathing seas.shoo my fears, shoo them for me. — 11.25.2020©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. — For dVerse Poetics:…