Calling

She calls the room
The room is empty
He hears but don’t answer

She calls from a distance
A tattoo appears on his body
Her face, he can’t remember

She calls
The coins run out
The tone stops, his heart

She calls the room
The room is empty and dark
A tome closed in a tomb.

He leaves.

May 1, 2018

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A box

A box sits in the corner
A box is waiting empty
Of thoughts, empty
To be filled, waiting
But time is slow moving
To take by surprise anyone
Who trusts it
A box sits empty
In a crowded corner, crowded
With boxes, time comes and goes
And crush them
Into fragments of memory
A memory is all that remains
Of them.

April 30, 2018

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Girl ~ Boy

A girl runs into a boy who grows
Into a girl, reincarnated hundred times
Confused.

April 29, 2018

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Perfect

A perfect character is only perfect because
Of You and I, agreeing,
perfect.

April 29, 2018

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Crepe

It melts in my mouth like
The words I meant to say
To you.

April 29, 2018

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In your eyes

I rest in your eyes lonely
I rest on your lips unspoken
Unkissed like a puppy
Licks your face good morning
With no reply!

I rest in your eyes wanting
I rest on your palm tired
Of centuries traveling in search of
You, all on my own I return
With nothing to say.

I rest in your eyes hoping
I am still in your heart
The puppy is old now and
Tired of running through the fields
With no return.

I return
To rest
In your eyes
I am
A lonely tear
Don’t
Drop me
Close your eyelids
Protect me
In a dream
I remain
Yours.

February 7, 2018

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Heart aching

The heart in me
Beats its drums
Like an African tribe
Calling for war or celebration
She brings both into
My poor heart
Confused.

The heart in me
Beaten into submission to
Her eyes smiling at me
Reflected into my eyes
Like the morning sun into the lake
My heart is not lake
Deep.

The heart in me
Stops at the corners of
My mouth touching hers and objects
Choking for air
Like a flying fish flew too far
Disoriented my poor
Heart.

January 25, 2018

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