Your eyes are an ocean,
  Every gaze is a massive wave,
  I drown myself in them -
  For the first time, I’m breathing



Ruthless knees scrape to the sea
   The world melts at your door
   Your feelings are my jungle
   I’ll go but won’t be leaving

Ghosts and reveries
   Become you and me
   Canyons and bonfires to the water
   Twist me into your wandering smokes

I can feel your energy
    On my cold, sleeping shoulders
    The clocks are on skates
    I’m ruthless - move closer, baby


I’m tracing your steps
   By sniffing your scent
   Wind down, just ask -
   Mr. Moon offers a glass

Fantasies like disease
   My lungs burn
   Without your breaths
   Pour me some madness

This soul knows no one
   High above, we fly
   There’s the golden gates!
   Let’s slip in and out


May I, Alfie?

May I chase you, Alfie
   As we find the creature
   Hidden by our televisions
   These caskets make us panic
   I want to feel better

I’m losing my mind, Alfie
   The love I gave turns to fears
   Every night has bleached me
   From loneliness to numb
   But baby, I want to be better

You were broke, Alfie
   My sharp edges made you bleed
   It sent you to the ceilings
   I’m a stranger, but not permanent   I want to get better

Let’s sleep at the back of a cab
   Until the nights welcome the sun
   Pocket every candle and light
   I’m at my best with you
   Let’s beat better together, Alfie


He had power over strings
   As if music was how he spoke
   I had a certain tune in my head
   But I couldn’t pronounce a note

His fingers glided to and fro
   My eyes darted like so
   I wanted to sing a lyric or two
   But my mind was moot

I approached a little closer
   As I watched him play
   He paused for a while
   Wondering what I was going to say

I kissed his cheek and backed away
  Turning red, he asked why
   I said, "Your gaze was my song
  Thank you, please continue to play”


When I’m with him
   I lose myself -
   In our togetherness
   And shivering chains,
   We are selfless in this love,
   Letting love do all the giving


People stay
   To go a little late

People go
   To make you want them more

People leave
   To make you sick

People come back
   To make you weak

People love
   So people can hate

People hate
   To unlearn how to love



Polishing bars
   Licking melted wax
   Ashes mark the walls
   A mangled page for rest

Feathers mock the air
   The moon mocks the sun
   In every dream and waking life
   Sawdust likes your throat

Disheveled toys
   Tired girls and broken boys
   The rhymes of old
   Are no real than this joy


every now and then
   I get a peak
   into parts of you
   hidden beneath
   those eyes and skin

I want to see
   what I feel to
   take its purest form -
   every now and then
   please hold me close

love, let me drift away
   from all of my defences
   so I could sink deeper
   away from me
   and into all of you


His hair was stubborn
   As it stayed stiff against the wind,
   Although my strands caped my face
   He still thought I was beautiful

His skin was porcelain white
   The slightest scratch turned red
   I was shy, hovering his presence
   He proclaimed to all - I was beautiful

The warmth of his skin was life
   His breaths calmed my rigid heart -
   To fall asleep and wake up to him
   Would be the most beautiful I’ll ever be



Cold water to my burns
   Chills to my weak spine
   Support to my trembling knees
   The rain to my dilute skies


Swift currents over brick
   Whisper, caution to the wind
   Breaking bones, aching spine
   Skin quivering; joints chime

Nervous breathing and teeth clicking
   Across hammocks and wheat
   Gently rapping on locked doors
   Playing strings to drown the whimpering


Open Letter

When the envelopes have flown
   The papers have gone missing
   There is reminiscent ink
   On my palm and fingertips
   The bottles on the floor
   Remind me of our drunken days
   And the cheers we made for betterment

Why, why, why - sometimes I’d ask
   Until the questions turned to ellipses
   And they turned to acceptance
   I no longer ask myself
   About asking about you
   Still I raise a glass to you -
   Thank you for the days when we were high


The Phantoms

The voice in your womb
   Is a cataract in the bird’s eye -
   Pay no heed to its flight
   But release it from the webs
   Of reciprocated sighs

Blunt daggers and sharp stones
   Pierce through sad lungs
   There is heaving, weeping
   Prancing on fingertips -
   These majestic whines

Console them in the dark
   Sailing through black of light -
   Fears are getting nearer
   Petals tremble in their place
   With Solitude’s whisper


The ticking resounds
   Floors turn to oceans
   Descending onto comfort
   Distant bells mumble and hum

Wallpapers scratched
   A purring cat hides
   The couch is as warm as fire
   Icicles thaw, crystals descend

Eyes brighter than new stars
   Dart across rooms and back
   Perspiration tastes like salt
   The honest skins kiss the moon