Unveil your darkest thoughts.
Let me embrace your ugly tragedy
And cry of your pain.
Exhaust your mouth as you do your silence:
Tell me, command me and govern me.
Your sweetest touch melts my skin
And pours it into chunks of gold that plates your heart.
Eyes such as yours cuts loose a freedom in me
To dream and sweat and ache,
Your eyes are a threat –
To my dignity.
What do I have left?
A naked memory of your touch,
Your grin, your soul.
You took me
This is an open letter
To you, my love.
And I pray you nurture every word
As though precious dandelions:
I see you in the color blue
With its tranquility that embraces my worried habits.
I hear you in a hummingbird’s song;
Unapologetically beautiful and hypnotizing.
I smell you in the soft May air,
That carries the phantom of your perfume
To my longing lungs,
And vows to be its companion
Till death do them apart.
I taste you in the sweetest of fruits,
And the silkiest of caramel bites
That revive the memory of your gentle lips on mine.
I feel you in my scars
That mark my hideous body.
I feel you as an ever present thought that:
Regulates my heart’s temper,
My body’s shy blush,
And the eagerness of my breaths.
I sense you, my love,
In every curve of an ‘l’ and every loop of an ‘o’
In every slant of a ‘v’ and every cocoon of an ‘e’
That I pen down.
Every word that I compose
Is weighed with the thought of you.
So take loving care of those precious dandelions,
As I’m afraid mine all have withered.
I take a bite of a lipstick bullet and
Spit it on a scum of a man that dares to enslave
My child bearing hips.
I tare the skin of a man with my harrowing stiletto heels
That dares to dictate my occupied womb.
I strangle the chords of a man, whose voice dares to stifle mine;
Dares to silence my pleas for peace.
I stab, punch, kick and strike
With my words,
And only in my words.
I pierce the eardrums of a man, with my high-pitched, feminine, poised screams
To set free the caged birds.
But I am not alone; my voice does not ring in isolation.
My voice rings along a spectrum
Of deafening high pitches to deepest vibrations of the chords
The voice of a woman with plenty alike
And the voices of true men
Against the voice of a parody of a man
Dear Stranger,
May ended prematurely,
Its warm days fled
As though running from the plague.
The hands of hellish flames
Caressed every crevice,
To an orgasmic death.
My last breath fled with May,
To a faraway village
Where they grow old.
Euphoria abandoned my body,
Like an unhappy forty year-old man abandoning his family.
But it comes back every
Once in awhile,
Torturing me with its allure,
Electrocuting me one delicious volt after the other,
Until every inch of my skin
Is scarred with the memory of May.
Where a breathing corpse remains,
A beating heart does not.
So, good bye, Stranger,
With the hope of a response
From May next year
Dear Stranger,
May was not warm for long,
Instead, I stand dead in the cold
As if it was that dreaded December.
I stared stunned at the towering fence:
Omnipotent and almighty.
Its electric wires coiled around my heart and stung
Like the first touch of virgin lips.
The fence cackled in all its glory –
Taunts that forever haunt me.
But my withering body
Was rejuvenated
Upon your reaching hands.
The lilies from the meadow below
Sang hymns of rejoice.
The thunder did strike
And the lightning did set
The meadow ablaze.
The fire continued to spread,
Plaguing what’s beautiful and true.
Yet, the fence stood with as much might.
Hello Stranger,
You’ve come during a peculiar time:
When thoughts have consumed my being
And I’ve been starved of dew.
When rain no longer penetrates my pitless pores
And the reserved May breeze
Does not befriend my skin –
Yet,
Your sickly nectar poisons my unrelenting monologue,
It slashes at its veins
It gashes, scratches and maims it.
Your allure beds my contemplations
With no promise of wedding them.
Your kindness is dishonest
But reveals no signs of lies;
No cluster of mythical words
That I can condemn you for.
So, thank you, Stranger,
For letting me soak under the showers
Of a dull sky,
For warming May,
For a brief euphoria.
