first time (splenda-daddy)

morning after and the makeup is off and the heart is back on
my sleeve
i wanted to kiss you but i'm cautious and careful
around priceless souls
with liquorice eyes and perfect fingers
i wanted to kiss you
raise my chin and float up onto tiptoe
to reach you way up there
i wanted to kiss you
and adore the breadth of your limbs when stretched across
hotel linen
cook you breakfast with black coffee
lend you books and make you laugh
hold hands and listen to all of your favourite songs and
most of all i wanted to abandon this nervousness and shut up
so that you could answer these questions:
when's your birthday?
what's your favourite fruit?
do you like sananda maitreya?
would you like to go to the movies with me?
how can you call yourself saccharine when your sweetness is not artificial at all?

word association

if you love somebody let them go
let them go and love another
love another and forget you
forget you and your touch
your touch is a plague
a plague upon both your houses

quiet now

as if the pogroms
the camps
the ships
are forgotten
we carry on killing
casting blame back onto
the oppressed
never the oppressor
never the system built
on the bodies
of the loving and the wise
it's our turn to be silent
our turn to 
listen 

the right one

just haven't found the right one
as if all the ways I am wrong
are on the flip-side 
of a binary
love-coin
worthless

advice

just be yourself
they said
but if being myself means
being let down
then maybe masks
aren't so bad after all
maybe the gates can stay closed
and armed against
intruders

all odds

never been one to bet on evens
better the devil you know
risk it all for odds
and endings
leave them re(a)d and weeping

#985 (tanka)

rainfall mutes the ache

for just a moment longer

than false promises

made under the influence

of unintentional joy

doubt (haiku)

you have two options
find a new way to hurt me
or let go of me

get out

leave
before i break apart
and shatter your sunshine

siarad

worrying at this love like a chipped tooth
filing down the rough edges with honey-kisses
learning patience from your quiet touch