I

These
Aural delights, and
Thought poems
Light up
My grey body
With the light of
Exploding stars

—–

Blue blades
Of thought
Pass through
The low valleys
Of my mind
Setting fire
To the dry wood
Of my ego

—–

Inside my head
A dream
Unwrapping
Its maroon wrapper

Delicate, fragile
Like a child’s smile
Like a woman’s womb

I peer
I await

Snow and glow
Ecstasy and intimacy

II

It’s all sounds
Out there

Bird trills, car whooshes,
Flower blooms, wind whispers,
Insect buzzes, cycle bells,
Exhaust blows, human sighs,
Heater burps, love tweaks

And in the midst
Of this golden orchestra

Your clear tenor
Spreading wings
Singing my soul songs

—–

I missed you
Today

On cold benches
Inside my heart’s trenches
In wet paper
In my thought’s vapor
Beside empty halls
In dark cellars
Outside barred doors
Under tiled floors
Between withered trees
Around my mind’s chimneys

—–

Covered in red
I sit here
And try to imagine
The quiet warmth
Of your soft body
Entwined with mine

—–

In the new room
I sit
Old sounds
Crashing
Around me

I wait
For you
To come back
From your painful picnic

III

We dreamt
Together
Of future love
And painful patience
But you
Lost interest so fast

—–

Now
Are you happy?
Having shattered
My moving
Thought-empire
My fragile
Feeling-fellowship

——

I was looking
At the other side
When you plunged
The dagger of hate
In my back

You cut open
My lacerated heart
Like a red melon
And feasted
On the pain
On the hurt
On the seeds of love
Like a starving succubi

—–

See the rain
Sweep away the silver
From our volatile dreams

—–

I hope that
Sometimes
In the quiet solitude
Of your lonely dreams
You wonder
What if?

What if
Life hadn’t
Changed lanes
Switching to the
Opposite lane
Of slow obscurity?

——

The walls
Of familiar politeness
Are up

Let me celebrate
In silent apathy

What a letdown!
What an anti-climax!

True love
Is a perfect
Oxymoron