Without effort or effect
You became that which I sought
Who is this woman
Who answers to my name
In a voice of origin?
I, who have been
So sullen in her company
Have never known her
To possess, a smile
Whose hands are these?
Darkened with gathering steam
I want for naught
For eternity
For skeins of red thread
With which I might sew
A singular star into
My thread-less bones
*
I am happy to say I finished cleaning! I am sad to say I had no time to write so this comes to you in a hurry
Never ravage the glutton
They will only ingest
Those poisons to which
They have grown accustomed
Ascetics I find are much the same
*
The only promise
That remains infallible
Is the current one
So long as I live them
My dreams will never die
*
I was out much of the day so I didn’t manage to write a full length poem. So I wrote to short poems/quotes
Art By: Nayth
I am the manifestation of those dreams
Which abandon under the pretense of logic
I believe myself improbable and so I am
I wedge myself into
Your cavernous wallet
A photograph immutable
In a flimsy plastic sheath
A face unburdened by passage
*
Proliferate as nicotine stains
I infiltrate every omission
Such is addiction when free
*
A perennial smile
That exsanguinates fear
A love that endures gracefully
Even in confinement
You present me to strangers
With a credulous pride
She is mine can you believe it?
*
I slept very poorly last night and so unfortunately writing did not come easily at all! I went with something light and cute
She is a call to heaven
The darkness around which
Stars are posthumously hung
*
My clay feet know
Both earth and sea
But the sky aspires
Higher and higher
With every extension
*
With my vertebrae
Horizontally stacked
I could go on forever
For a circle ends
Exactly as it begins
But if vertical,
I will undoubtedly fall
(I stand up
In spite of fear)
*
I carry you in silence
For it is through silence
That melody is relayed
*
My pulse struggles
Under the pressure
Of our overlapping breaths
Together we are imperishable
For no wrath exists
That can dissolve regard
Madness
Is a courtesan
Summoned nightly,
Arms twining around
A delicate neck,
I draw red wine lips
Against a paler flesh
Chasing amnesia,
In eyes as sensual
As cascading lilacs
*
Laced
With your smile
All I need
Is your belief,
Your soul
Surrendering
To nostalgic intimacy
Take me back
Before oblivion
Consumes our love,
Take me back
While I still dream
1
I wrestled
With your ambitions
This morning
Coffers of diversion
Unsent letters
Oceans of unshed tears
Spirited away
By imagination
2
You are the fetish
That incites
Even the most
Hapless stars
To bend
A curiosity
Perpetually
Devising
3
From every room
You’ve driven out
The corners
In broad daylight
I crawl leprous
Over the walls
Into
The engorged cavities
Your capacious muse
Sires
*
Your genius
Spins
The most
Compelling webs
Possibilities
Consuming
Our apartment
A nanoliter
At a time
*
I live with a genius as you know. Geniuses are curious lot. Our apartment is very small but alas the genius cannot put away his tools lest he be unprepared or discouraged when inspiration strikes. My genius has many hobbies: sewing, painting, writing, computers, wood-working, mechanics and electronics, cooking, mathematics (he invented another form of Geometry), and on and on. Sadly I am not very good at organizing!
1
You
Unlace me
Like a pair
Of thigh high boots
Because of you
I walk
Without guile
Because of you
The rage
Of pseudonym
No longer
Dominates
2
From your lungs
I draw the sky,
The plumage
Of an effortless
Flight
*
I find it very challenging to write on the weekends and this weekend I have a sinus headache and a case of chaos head so forgive me if the quality of my work went down. Next weekend is my daughter’s birthday celebration so it is a bit crazy haha
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