Another’s

How to love a man,
whose lips whisper another’s name?
A woman’s

I weep in my sleep
As his eyes look at the horizon
Over the edge of my pillow

My hands caress his skin
But not the tender fabric of his heart
For its another’s

The woman at the ball
The mirror I looked into
Her likeliness like my past

When the night was young
And the moon was a virgin
Yes! Her moon!

Still young and bright,
In the dawn of the twilight
And on the warm earth beneath

She lays in a bed of grass
And hums to the stars,
Her voice calling to the angels

And along comes my man
At least he was,
In the past

Now a stranger,
Or another’s man
In my bed of withering grass

And with my tears to wipe,
I lay cold, thoughtful,
How to love another’s man?

 

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pendulum

Sweat and skin
Brushes of hair between
I feel his breath on my neck

The desires of a pounding heart
A race to a finish line
Only to start from where it ends

Just a pendulum
Either a top left or right
And again, back to the middle

Like a bird in the sky
Caught in a current
That forever is yearned

Stretching her wings
Before the break of the winds
That she must find ground again

From the same tree she flew,
An old branch of an oak,
Where her nest will ruin

At the changing seasons
Her spirit like a flame,
Losing the color of its light

As she flies again and again
Trying again and again
Until the sun falls and rises never again

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The bride in a black dress

Where the roses drift on a drying river,
My heart pounds less to the echoes of your lies

Smooth lines mark the edges
A circle looping us inside a past

The black scarf in a closet
The tears of a weeping star

That the moon was mine
And not the warmth of your skin

On a cold night,
At least for most of the nights

When you were with her,
Until the break of a new dawn

But not another colored sun
For the shade is fading

The effects of your drug waning
That it only hurts to breathe

Between sobs of rage,
Pain and ecstasy

The crystal of naivety
A rainbow sunset that I had seen

Transformed into a twilight
That now,
I am the bride in a black dress

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Unseen

“We was walking in the mall the other day,”

“we saw a lot of faces.”

And in the evening,

“We was kissing and cuddling,”

“Screaming and fucking”

“It was absolutely amazing!”

Sorry!

In the sense that we all want to be seen

Not just another shadow that passes by

The search for importance,

yet meaningless,

the conversations about ourselves,

Dressed in colours

The music on the radio is the beat of the street

Maybe we find a soul that beats as one
He asked, “of all the faces you saw, how many do you remember? ”

I said, “a few faces.”

“But they were lots of faces?”

“Yeah!”

“Can you try to remember any vivid faces?”

“Yeah!”

“Someday you will wake up and realise, you are unseen.”

And that was the most painful thing he ever said to me.

But why was it painful? He is seeing me, and that’s all that matters.

He said, “when you are girl, a beautiful lady, boys look at you because they want you. Men look at you because they want you. Girls look at you because they want to be like you. And women look at you because they were once like you.”

you walked today in the mall, and got all heads turning to look at you. Someday, you will walk in the same mall, on the same street, and I will be the only head that turns, to look at you, because you will be unseen.”

“the faces you remember most vividly at the mall are more likely younger. But those in the shadows, the unseen faces, are what we all become sometime not far away.”

Bodies

Embalmed

dust off, broken brushes,

ruined makeup

suffocate in your sleep

Dream about love

Does he kiss your forehead…

when he says goodnight?

Or smell your hair below the ears?

Around your neck

before he whispers your name,

to say he loves you

The emptying air from your lungs

To inhale a wet kiss

When lips meet and speak the language of one

Desires are unfolding sheets

Yet winding

Around warm bodies

Where hands sketch smooth skin…

Between the thighs

The river that flows upstream

And the falls of milky waters

Sigh to catch your last breath

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