Breathe deeply, count silently
Do not let them hear you,
Those stars which pry
Endearments from the belly.
My heart rings like tinnitus
There is nothing for it,
Intimacy requires a depth
Seldom sought for lack of energy.
Anything can be a weapon
But love should never be used as such.
With enough practice
I might really become someone,
Though who or what I cannot say.
–
To think of all the graves
I have inadvertently walked over
Of all those subterranean tenets
Picking worms from their crevices.
Their salubrious fluids, their flesh,
Food for the enigmatic mother.
One day I too shall lie down
In flame and become as dust
Intangible once cast out
But until I die I will cherish
Life, however, impossible it becomes.
–
There need not be a reason
To love and perhaps it is
Better not to have one
For there exists too many
Expectations as is.
One must develop a fondness
For uncertainty if he is ever to know.
When you come I will run
Into your arms and in that warmth
A transformation is certain
To take place for it is a miracle
To find someone with whom
You can share yourself
However, prolific or insufficient
Those selves prove to be.
Like (very much do)
Thank you Hector XD
Love “heart rings like tinnitus”, and the hopeful note about “cherishing life till you die”…I’d like to get the hang of that…
Thank you so much =) I have to remind myself sometimes too
This is great Yves, don’t know if I can keep up with 31 poems. 🙂
Thank you Laurie =) I write daily but keeping with a challenge is tough
I’ll pop in when I can and check up on you. 🙂
Thanks Laurie I always look forward to your visits =)