Ever the hour of mauve sunset slipping, softer, sensual as hushed lips dreaming— ever the last thought that consumes before my head hits the pillow, it’s how everything that feels quieter, that feels safer with you around that befuddles, demons these demons of mine that come out to play, believe… Read more“Time cannot crop what has long been promised”
Category: Present-Day Poems
Inside My Garden Gate
Beach roses, a plethora of them just near the entrance, a lovely meticulous thing, tucked under the grey cloud— there is a warmth to them, there is a warmth to them still, as events replay themselves in my paper cut heart. When speaking of resilience, bristlecone pine comes to mind;… Read more“Inside My Garden Gate”
Desire is like standing at crossroads
A cold night, a lucid moon borrowing body heat, as though it were a cup of sugar— I look into his eyes and room fills with fragrance, a hillbilly love song is playing on jukebox; how’s it that conversation erupts without saying a word? Photo credits:… Read more“Desire is like standing at crossroads”
Hypothetical Arguments I Have Won in the Shower
Decision is a shower gel that’s reminiscent of roses and citrus fruit; mildly sweet, catching rays of sunshine from a small window in the restroom, while I stand in the midst of it all, humming lyrics hopelessly crafted from snippets of lyrics (inspired from Pearl Jam, Jane’s addiction and Oasis)… Read more“Hypothetical Arguments I Have Won in the Shower”
Sweet Empty Sky of June Without a Stain
that blossoms come as tame as clouds, with their champagne blush inculcate thoughts otherwise deep in slumber; I look for you at the edge of a dream, echoes of skin on a sultry June evening that has forgotten its path while pursuing yours— I am going to need you to… Read more“Sweet Empty Sky of June Without a Stain”
Nightstand with Magnolias
Each petal hugs the creamy white bud as though endless acoustic in bruised sunsets, he, my sentence, my ode and decadent sin, observes them placed upon the nightstand. As though endless acoustic in bruised sunsets, bound by emotion raging soft in his hazel eyes, our fingers entwine He, my sentence,… Read more“Nightstand with Magnolias”