My Fears

Dear lover,
I dreamed once
that love could coexist
with my moving feet

I dreamed bright and holy
desiring to differentiate
between the closing of the eyelid
and blackness.
I wanted the stopping
the sleeping
but none of the blindness.

My heart,
love is nothing more than an
infiltrator
our blood has not yet recognized
The breathy prayer for harmony between
keeping oneself
and losing oneself
alternatively

Love
is hallow tree,
full of songbirds.
We are woodpeckers
trying desperately to break in,
hoarse with destruction.

The Truth About Death

I once said that death was a silent ocean- that it pulls you away and drowns you in midnight secrecy. But I was wrong. It's walking beneath trees of shrieking birds with tears streaming down your face.

One night
quite similar to this
Your room was the color of thunderstorms

We sat on the porch,
wrapped ourselves with blankets
and whispered
like the distant thunder

It's cloudy again
The thunder ever closer
why is it you never ask me what's wrong?
and we talk so much less than we used to?

it's not like we don't see each other
because we do

all the time

it's just-
you don't see me as clearly
when the sun is shining.