fooled into thinking
I could frame them forever...
I never chased the city lights -
I dreamt of woods and shade...
Such spite we showed along the path to hell
Yet even now I wonder why we burned...
unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...
I feel you...
in the rustling of the leaves...
Will words of comfort comfort you
When I am summoned home...
I do recall your vibrant eyes
And how you framed your lips...
You
a sin...
tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...
I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...
I waited for you
where the sun meets the sea...
Barefoot in nature
I release all my tension...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
The merriment of summer has at last
Bequeathed its final spell upon my eyes...
It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...
Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
A
man...
How green the shoots that all conspire
To bring the winter down...
While he asked mercy
for his wrong deeds, they hung him...
how comely were
your naked breasts...