You came to pick me up in green And you came to see me off in ochre And so it feels like autumn in my chest Now as then When I count the seconds Left, till we meet again
This was our first October With mornings made of sore blanket Wet cheeks and warm lemon water Our feet draped in the sunlight Filtered through the faded time Of the year old newspaper I wish our nights had been longer Darker and deeper Like the colour of your tresses And I wish our clock had stuck at 3 am At that perfect hour When dreams take over And sleep had no power
The gardens we greeted Those walks that we shared Two bees out of the beehive Tasting honey in the air Weren’t our shadows far too behind Unable to catch us As we bartered the sunlight Across asphalt alleyways With strangers asking directions Of far off places And tying open shoelaces We answered in no For lost souls we were With everywhere to go
I can listen to you sleep all night long But the dreams that I dream of you divides me For I remember the first time I saw you I was wax in love with the flame Your face was my life on fire Your name was the name of my name And in the blank and silent space I saw my world being born again In the fragrance of your hair I found the petrichor of a long lost rain
By day and by night Through pages blank, white and yellow I read our destiny That started with a hello But now in this moment I am daydreaming like dust Your love is the water And my life is its thirst And the end I foresee; Is of us lying back in bed Sharing a single breath Till all we can say has been said
Summer falls on your skin And you become a photograph Taken in another time, in another world
There is so much to see in your smile In the delicate haven of your hair In the long awaited embrace In the absence of heat Under the cold bed-sheets Lying like lost Latin These folds of satin after satin
On winter solstice When the moon is a sorrowful sickle Or a pregnant womb of the invisible night I watch your form breathe The dark pink; this colour of our love As we hold on to the same dream Between our fingers; Like a tissue paper napkin
Do you dream of the daylight, child? When I hold you In the glass castle Where the vision of the world Is a filtered reflection Like thoughts diluted to diction, I suppose, you do All birds does And the Butterflies too
Your veins are in my palm And I am running out of breath On the cusp of madness I stay and I pray For the sorrows to surrender And bliss to find a way Is it too much to ask? Is it a leap of false faith? Will I find back the angel? Or fall down to death?
My eyes often betray The hurting of my heart When I walk and I talk While acting out my part But tonight, the symphony Is like syrup and the sea Goldfishes at the shore Eyeing my honey on the tree And I am here in the hall With strings in my hands And my soul playing a marionette That no one understands
Blue lines on my face Teardrops on my dress She said, she said There is no one at my place But he wasn’t standing far The man in violent garb Pining compliments Like flowers on the barb
His brutal hands were red From all life, playing dead And like a rose to the cactus She wed, she wed Merry was the man Like cherry blossomed lies The kiss was murder weapon Aided by garter and bow ties
And so years were spent Part in bruises, part as prize With smoke in the lungs With mirror in the eyes While the violent man he waltzed Alone on the floor With a corpse in his arms To a music playing no more
