open palms, wet with
salt of sweat and tears,
reach out outside as
glass pane’s fog clears,
like a yearning new branch
of a house-caged vine
bending, sneaking,
reaching out for sun,
these palms, brined with
my excreted liquids stretch out
to feel the breath of
the cold December wind,
wishing this same
midnight breeze has
kissed your oh,
so, calm sleeping face.
in one brush of air, floating,
against my skin, waiting,
i can be with you,
at least.
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.
High-pitched
giggles of sparrows
no longer echo
inside the cave
of my ears
before the kraa kraa
of your crows
disrupt your evening’s
fiction dreams.
Yet what a gift
that despite
our clock’s
different schemes
your early
and my early
daily meet
in between.
Mechanical wings
wheeze up, up, up.
Rubber wheels
tiptoe, touch
clouds, up, up,
away from the safe
harbor of the
steady ground towards
the limbo of
oblivion, sometimes
with carpet of laughing
stars.
In between
galaxies and mortal
land, I’m here to meet
you.
—
Feet floating on
notes of a love song
we call ours,
with blooms of
baby’s breath tuck
in between my
dark hair strands,
each step I make
will lead me towards
the end of my life;
the start of ours.
Take my hand,
it’s now all yours, my love.
—
While I was walking home,
someone called my name.
A genderless body
wearing a sunny smile,
a mist-kissed scent,
and a sunset orange glow.
“Hello, my name is love.
I know I might be hard.
But would you come
with me, tonight?”
Before my surprised tongue
could let a word roll out,
another face came,
wearing the blanket of
a pitch black night,
and the smoke of
a melting rubber
on its upward flight.
“Hey, I am hate.
No, don’t hesitate.
I am an easier
company, mate.”
My unsure feet
step back, one…
and then two…
Inhale and exhale,
my choice is due.
I’d rather be fried
under a sun angry
with love,
than sip
whiskey under
a calm moon
without love.
—
08.03.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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Thin but brave bones
bending but seldom
or just sometimes breaking.
With muscles built
for exercise— gripping,
typing, or clenching.
The puzzle of fingers
and palms, I thought
need not completing.
Until my right had
felt your left—
oh, this is what
complete means.
—
My written words are now sweeter.
My sword sharper, my soul softer.
Your love made me better, braver.
Aboard the Himalayan air,
you trekked slowly near my heart’s chair,
braving love’s daunting, unmapped lair.
I felt your presence crawl nearer.
With tongue with none but honesty,
you brought not roses, sugary,
instead rhododendrons, spicy.
I smelled your soul’s songs closer.
With your hands, beside the road fire,
I heard my heart’s plea of desire,
“in my soon home you’ll be the sire.”
I’m now yours alone, forever.
—
Ebb and flow goes the salty sea.
Welcome then goodbye goes the shore.
Fleeting foam on the sandy floor
will soon bow to the ocean’s knee.
Your now will soon be your before.
—
Your smile
means reverie,
I’m lost.
You’re not
even afraid of
my ghost.
You’re the
summer melting
my frost.
I’ll choose
you no matter what’s
the cost.
—
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