do I
doesn’t he
don’t I
does he
is this
will we ever
the mind circling
the heart in a standstill
and in this mean time
the body is aching
for touch
for whisper
for release
fuck punctuation
write me fervently
crowd pages with oblique
hasty letters
toss the damned ellipsis
and screw calligraphy
I’m done reading between the lines
On a day like this all the men I loved gather together in a warmly lit room.
I stand outside watching.
They play cards, laugh at inside jokes, smoke cigarettes.
They don’t compare notes on how my name rang across their tongues.
My men are gentlemen.
They keep to themselves how each of them has touched one of me.
The me that’s gone while I stand watching.
How I wish to laugh with my men, to feel through their hair, to nuzzle their necks.
The room is crowded and noisy.
It fills my heart to the brim.
Then why does it feel so empty on a day like this?…
Love soundly knocked on my door
Standing there straight and brisk
I froze still in shock
Afraid he might get cranky about the bedroom mess
That he’d tell me to make room in the closet
And shift my neurosis around the kitchen drawer
The peephole my magnifying glass
I examined Love from head to toes
Cringing at the reflection of my expectations
Skeptically I slid the list of my sins through the gap
Love read it
Then he did the shopping and fixed me dinner
You watch me walk to make me dance
And catch me when I stumble to avoid the fall
You weave my words into meaningful silences
Turning my husky voice into the softest of songs
Let the cats sleep
I’ll serve you my secrets on a silver moon plate
Words…
affect bewilder connect
dazzle excite frighten
holler initiate juxtapose
knock lure mark
numb overwhelm protect
rejoice suffice tear
unite weaken x-ray
yammer zip… Words
Speak softer than actions?
I fall asleep entangled
wrapped in your black-on-white
pixel-on-screen whisper
Will you wake me up with deeds?
looking for someone to take my Lonely out
give her a bowl of warmth
and a small corner to curl up and sleep
not demanding
she will walk on her leash
obediently following your steps
on windy nights she wakes up
and howls
conditions to be discussed
call 06-…………………….
I weave my wedding dress
out of brief encounters
its translucency tearing
with every new thread
each until death do us part
lasts till the light of dawn
reveals naked truth glaring
with the eyes of a stranger
what the night ensnares
the morning tears apart
A trace of a man’s touch on her body
she rinses with a shower hose
she is NOT falling in love
because you cannot cleanse the soul.
She wants her friends’ love
pure and simple as daily bread;
wild gusts of heart are not for her.
She craves for fingerprints on her breasts;
inside the ribcage beats a heart
that wishes to remain unstained.
To quench lust streaming between her legs
she looks for instant satisfaction of a stranger’s hands;
she is NOT falling in love again.
Photo by Karo
Today my thoughts are with
all the poems miscarried
due to an absence of a pen.
your world will be poorer
with all the words I won’t vocalize
my head overflown with pictures
you won’t see with my eyes
their weight makes my eyelids heavy
My heart has put the sneakers on and gone for a walk.
Hands in the pockets, she’s whistling a merry tune
while kicking an empty cola can.
My heart is gone.
She’s out for a walk through the quiet streets
of the city shimmering in evening lights.
My heart is not here, she’s gone for a stroll.
Photo by Karo
