A City That Melts Under the Sun

The sun carries Heat like the waves Carry light In small spectacles That override our Senses With glittering Vistas That speak of Someplace Where Maybe, We can be whole. I found you, A long time ago On the side of a Road with No name With bushes I was told Never to Disturb They wereContinue reading “A City That Melts Under the Sun”

I Adore You

I watch from an old stone bridgeWaiting where the sun shinesTo see if this time the heatBetraysThat my eyes look for youYou leave andI know you will come backYou leave andI can’t wait to seeYouThis is a summer of loveI’ve never quite had onelike thisAll sweet kisses, and conversationsAnd needing to letyou receive my strangeContinue reading “I Adore You”

#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real

I’ve been holding onto so much.Strange tales told at midnight,Someone else’s love.I couldn’t let go of the idea,that that love should be for me, too.And if I wasn’t built to be her,this imaginary lover, then maybe I could act it out.See if he arrived, andsilver screens wouldn’t touchwhat we’d create.But my creation spun out ofContinue reading “#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real”

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”

A Type of Wisdom, Maybe

Fascination seems to me a typeof Wisdom.Lost in the awe and maybethe wonderof Ordinary thingsLike how she singsintheShower.I hang the clothes outto dryin airthat shouldn’t be thereAccordingtoRationalityI shouldprobably digest the requestto lock my soul upand guesswhether he wants my tongue on his dickor myassIt’s an ordinarysortof wonderat the strange ways we twistactions and behaviorsinto mindsintoContinue reading “A Type of Wisdom, Maybe”

Sugar Lips

In honour of International Women’s Day, may I introduce you to ‘Sugar Lips’? 😉 If you haven’t already, please follow me on Instagram, or spread the word. It’s so appreciated, and not expected ❤ To anyone reading this, I hope that my intention for today reaches you: May you and your family be safe.May youContinue reading “Sugar Lips”

Move On Girl

The anxiety and guiltpushes up throughmy ribsI breathe outsome generic liesthat tripon my lip–I haven’t practicedfor this–As my time draws closer to an end withyou and thissituationdraws more blood,than, perhapsit should,A friend reminds methat I owe no-oneanything–Still, a part of mewants to prostrateat the feet ofan ideology, I don’t fully understand –I think this isContinue reading “Move On Girl”

Language of my Heart

I think thatSometimesThe right wordsDon’t comeWith the right feelingInsteadI try to tell youSomethingOnly I can feelIn a language made By manIn a language thatIs not theLanguage of myHeart -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit I don’t talk often about the feeling of loss that comes from not knowing my native language fluently. I don’t talk about what it’s likeContinue reading “Language of my Heart”

It felt like disappointment

I guess it felt likeDisappointmentA sort of new freshOld baggage DisappointmentLike I’d sprayed FebreezeOver an heirloom blanketThat kept me warmAnd excited to buryIn it for a timeI guess it felt like DisappointmentWhen I realised I couldn’tAsk for moreFrom you. I’m still definingHow it might feel To ask more of myself.I don’t think, that thatWill everContinue reading “It felt like disappointment”