Pine trees on my fingernails grow,
Pepper vines twist into my anklets,
From the tropics, from the snow.
Smooth stones hide in my jacket.
Dirt coats my soles
But walk I will this length and breadth.
The earth, my playground, for me to grow.
There’s no silence to be had
Between us, or so my instincts claim.
You rarely let me in even so,
Should I then try again?
Your glass is full of stories
Of your friends and your fame.
I’ve tried to wade in twice or more,
Gone against the grain.
Standoffish are you, or merely quiet?
Indifference, or am I a reminder of an old pain?
A puzzle, a mystery, so enticing.
So tell me, do I dare try again?
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Where were we,
Among those writhing
Bodies oiled with sweat
And passions hot,
Less an orgy,
More a war,
Were they all busy,
When our eyes met,
Across the temple hall.
We prostrate ourselves
Before our chosen gods,
On a higher plane
We may have been
Yet when I turned around
Our eyes met,
Across the temple hall.
And now I meet,
You yet again
In a graveyard
Of midnight’s dreams,
Stranger, who are you?
Do you know, I burn,
Like fire on blood red
Carnations at noon.
Like the wine we sipped
Just moments before,
Her raven hair lay spilled
Across my silken pillows
The shade of pearls;
And again, and again,
I ran my hands through them;
Our madnesses intertwined,
Like creepers and slithery serpents
On monsoon nights.
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This will not be a poem
I will tell you now
There are so many questions
You can answer; I need to know.
Do you still come here? Looking
For clues I still hide?
For whether you do or not,
They still here reside.
The other day, I
Saw your footprints outside my door
And I followed you home,
Only to realize, “home” was a dream long gone.
Do you still come here?
Tell me if you can
Why did you leave without a knock
When my arms are still open to welcome you back.
Dear Heart, why did you love him?
Because all you said is,
Look at me,
And he replied with a kiss on your lips.
Dear Heart, why did that shake you?
But my dear, it did not,
Nor did I skip a beat;
What it did was make the universe crack and stop.
Dear Heart, tell me more, remind me again,
Why, my dear, how could I,
Love like that doesn’t happen twice,
All I have are his eyes and a collection of your smiles
Dear Heart, why do you hurt me so?
My dear, in desperation, I found nothing but to leave,
For you, I will preserve,
Clasped hands in a car and an apology.
And dear heart, why did you tell me to let go?
That, my dear, is what I never learned.