The other day I asked a question..
One I didn't expect an answer for...
You were my nightbook.
In you, I traced my stories...
This is my heart disguised as a poem.
Read it with your mouth pursed...
I have been drinking your poison.
And just when I think it's the end...
No figure to
your drawings...
Can I enrich the sun above,
flavor it with a taste of honey...
This woman is not a woman.
she is a sort of bendable agony...
Your brilliance used to stain
this broken town with orange...
'And how do you cope
with being so far away...
14th October, 2016.
Ever heard the melody from nature...
Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...
I lay there looking up. The ceiling is white,
peeling paint; showing a crack (or two...