Evenings; splashed like red wine on canvas
Now turn dark
Eyelash by falling eyelash
As I meditate upon the traffic sounds
Upon the streetlights
And the indistinguishable net of voices
Falling over me
Like a little rain, this brittle pain
Should I see now
Should I share
The weight of those fingers
Which rested upon my iliac crest
Like a promise of an afterlife?
Maybe my heart is not a heart afterall
Maybe it’s a spade;
A leaf leftover from the fall
Black and decaying
Prone to praying
Lost and afraid
Saying what’s been said
Over and over
Slower and slower
Till its heartbeat’s no more
Than a pulse on my wrist
Which l bartered for love
And ceased to exist
We should have been born in oyster shells
Our lives a lunar cycle
Circling the moon within our womb
For this warm darkness I guzzle
This phantom of my lies
Lies like a lotus on my lips
A rootless need sans a seed
That divides and conquers
All my desires which anchors
The ships of my souls
On your face with four moles
And I know that the distance
Has kept us apart
And the time has been ending
Right from the start
And now and then again
Our words have gone sparse
Drowned by those voices
Who called ours a farce
But the ocean is changing
There are waves which find home
In shaping sandcastles
Where they no longer roam
I wish I could dance
And drown in my sorrow
I wish I could regret
My mistakes of tomorrow
I wish I could be
Someone you see
Knowing what I am
And what you want me to be
So I try to separate
My dream from the reason
And hold back my love
In my arms; this prison
Inherited over years
From those before me
Who searched for freedom
And found it’s not free