I wish you could remember me, As I’ve forgotten me, Into the fragmented but workable construct, I call my identity. If only I could contextualize, And re-frame all my mistakes, What a Saint I’d be. But time has plotted … Continue reading History forgotten; identity remembered
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When they landed on their planet (Which was ours up until then) We couldn’t stop ourselves from talking About the beauty of their skin It was skin as if the night sky Were dipped… Continue reading The Angels
Can we steal away, A slice of time, Tailor made for two? Just the you/s and me/s, Narrowly defined, Without intercession: Free, in a sense, To be each other’s eyes. Continue reading Free to be
From time to time, If you take a moment and focus, Inward, (Eyes closed so as to see) Take inventory: Of handprints on the furniture, Your furniture. They’re carving out initials of ownership, With the carefree confidence of, The young … Continue reading As you were
On the horizon, I can see, The me of me/s, Yet to be, Burning bright, With angry promise: That tomorrow carries, A foreign and distant air, In which Truth is erased, And left unreplaced. Continue reading Tomorrow will be different
‘I remember that face you would make, Just as I subtly stumbled through the door, Into a room devoid of your light: Not disgust, per se. But close enough. In fact, It’s the only face of yours I can see, … Continue reading A clean, will-darkened place
When I saw you, I knew: I could only belong to you, In the way only a soul can, Through combination of a, Cosmically cruel, Twist of fate and a, Cosmically cruel, So-called ‘will’. We laughed and we ‘loved’, … Continue reading Indentured solitude
