love in the time of coronavirus

Our love in the time of coronavirus is thousands of miles away, my tourist visa got cancelled before it sees the light of another Indian day, his feet are planted, prohibited to fly to Malaysia’s sky, because it is safer that way, in the end, perhaps, nation gates are needed to be locked to keep […]

soft arms and midnight crumbs

soft arms of dawn sneaks in between half-closed bedroom blinds, (wake up, wake up) infant sunshine sweeps leftover crumbs of late stars’ snack, (come back, come back) i sat, unmoving, inside the swaying boat of an ended dream, (wishing, wishing) our sheet isn’t empty of you. — 01.29.2020 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. […]

of bushes and spilt seeds

and so we thought we are just writing a silly tale of the blue bloom and the honey-hungry bee and so we I mean I wrote with sprinkled dusts of jealousy while you vowed to love me the flower only and so we let the days fall like leaves of autumn so bloody until December […]

space of seas

Tonight, I want to stay. No, I won’t go away. Your midnight scent I will inhale. Until the moon breathes another day.  Tonight, I want to stay. Oh, let not distance take me away. The sun will smile, either way, so please, just let me stay.  My left-hand hangs incomplete, without your right. The space […]

again: an aubade

My clingy heart has never been fond of the dawn’s pending fog everyday sitting outside our window, drinking its daily sunrays-made tea as it waits for the official ending of our last night’s nectar-sweet tryst. Another day, another sun, I have to wait for another moon to inhale your scent again. r. c. gonzales – […]

SinceRely

My heart saw you before my eyes How beautiful is it, right? Like nightingale, I heard your song like moon-sent, sweet goodnight. From miles away I felt you long before our nervous hands touch. Tonight listen to my soul’s notes, they are for you, my far love. — ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. […]

wish come true

You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of […]

brave but weak

Love is for the weak. No, it’s for the brave; brave enough to be weak, brave enough to break. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 13 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my upcoming book, Poems for S! Pre-order available here: https://amzn.to/2CSrGAU . — ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights […]

excerpt 4: the vow

I love how you made me brave. Like a spineless caterpillar you turned me into this brave but still soft butterfly, flying from one milestone to another because I know you always got my back.  And I love you for choosing to break out of your shell to choose me. For your bravery to choose […]

soon, my love

Faint, fainter, faintest, goes the winky cars passing by. Dark, darker, darkest, goes the moonless November sky. Soft, softer, softest goes the notes of lullaby. Sleepy, sleepier, sleepiest, goes the tired city whisp’ring goodbye. Soon, sooner, soonest, I’ll be near, as another day dies. — 11.06.2018 ©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo via Unsplash […]