sun's too hot to bear—
he just wanted a tan but
became a snack fast.
a kernel of an idea showed up and gave me a wink
was it my muse? I did not know what to think
a bit confused, but of course, I always have ink.
I began to write, and my notebook gave me a whistle and a blink.
A popcorn kernel between your gums
serves only to annoy.
Until it festers to a head
and pops out to your joy.
A kernel to be licked about
provoking all your gums
and soothing nature come to you.
Your voice in little hums.
To lastly there's a swallow had.
A gulp to pull it down.
To scratch your throat in bitter taste
and leave it there to drown.
There's more darkness than there
will ever be of light
Look at how the stars
freckle the sky at night
easy to stay outside the circle
of the light around the flame
black shades the space so I don't face
the sorrow in the shame
the universe, a night shadow
dark with distant spots of glow
evening the flow of my nature
I cant see, no more to know
vision always seeks all
that's caste in a ray,
provides knowledge, and so, insight
now seize the day
but the shine is too much
for the nocturnal
gleaming a little, thus too much
of my truth inside its kernel
so I wait for dusk to settle
calming craze so I can be
the parts of myself I love
covers enough so I feel free
the universe, a night shadow
dark with distant spots of glow
evening the flow of my nature
I can't see, no more to know
put your flashlight down
unless to want to see inside my smile there's a frown
a sadness greater than the day
of a truth that can't handle a light that just might stay
Two faced
The duality of you –
I hold you sealed inside my skin
Both of your faces
Both of your voices
One named Truth
The other – Fantasy
The former is as cold and hard as all Truths are
A nugget of reality
Erstwhile
Error-prone
Erratic and evocative of bitter heart’s pain
The latter is the stuff of dreams
Another you that even you don’t know
My private you
My conjured perfection
Sweetness and darkness bound into one exquisite package
I hold him pinioned tightly to my breast
In him lies everything that you are –
But more of what you are not
And for that I love him the best
He is my shadow and my solace
My watery ray of sunlight in a dark solitude
He is my consolation for losing you
For failing at possessing the Truth
So even though I do not hold you in my arms
Nor stroke your hair nor bask in the radiance of your smile…
I count myself lucky
Because the part of you I hold captive is the most precious part;
What you would have been were you born perfect
I possess the very best of you
And fabrication of my deepest desires or not…
It’s worth loving