Splinters

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