She

You must read more before you choose to strike me down. Otherwise, I will exist, in corners of your mind, and in rooms of mine. It is the only weapon you have against me, to absorb whole length sentences like walls of the ocean bed, indescribably muted. The floor of the ocean is where I learnt to walk, a place where many seas met, merging amniotic fluids with memory, gene upon gene. That is the violence that bought me to you. The violence of birth and the greater violence of living it. I never wanted to live, to breathe, as insignificance does but I was born and hence, I must endure it.

Endurance is a complex word, it does not betray emotion, the only thing the word tells us that it exists to bring strength and despair together, I can endure life, perhaps even death, though I know not much of it; but you must remember me. Always, unfailingly, you must remember me and believe with all that you are, mind, body and soul, that I am there.

He looked up in the sky and saw her face in the white clouds above. She smiled and disappeared behind nothingness.And then it rained.

I look at the red lilacs strewn across the garden. They look oddly familiar. I pick one up and open its petals, revealing dark blue pollen stalks that taste like long lost honey bees. I toss it back and pick up a stalk of grass, crushing it with my forefinger. It allows me crush itself, giving up its sovereignty in the face of brute strength. We are all stalks of grass, our destinies limped by hands of  time. I crush some more of them.

I am awake for no particular reason. Our lives are fragile, we must end them in the arms of the one we love, before cracks invade everything we touch, including each other. Time takes away what never was overs, but was promised to us by genes and fables.

I think of her with my eyes closed. She comes to me instantly. I think of her smile and take in the silence that surrounds me. A brief painful terror holds me close. I open  my eyes and the world is new again.

Last Days

It would take me several days to write
A tangible account of my deadened life.

But it would be too late by then
Some days would bring a change of heart.

Is it provocative to write about death
More than to write about life?

What do you gain by reading this
In the anonymity of your room?

Are you closer to me now or
Do you now know nothing?

I will tell you a secret, regrettably so
Our lives are a mess.

End them in the arms of the one you love.

Hill

Do not ask me for the past
I am Theseus' ship
Rebuild and replaced everyday
Cells with their own private battles
Lilacs bursting with red drops.

Old Stories

I'm unnecessary now
Old greying temples
Wrinkles here sores there
Lips you loved
Nails you dug
Gone now with time
Pages yellowed
Nicotine swallowed.

Un-aware

Let me love haltingly painfully
Like surgical instruments caught
Unaware by flowing blood.

Armpits

Let our love not be mediocre
Like our lives lived boringly
In caged rooms stifling sunlight
Sniffing licking armpits damped
Discolored by too much fairness
In life and love.

Moonlie

It is not the charcoal of your eyes,
The spin of electrons is enough.
It is not Earth and your love I crave
The place between Moon and lies
Is enough.

Quick

Let my tongue be intimate
With the idea of your body
Before time runs out
For us to know each other.

Pinned

As I come closer to you
In sporadic short bursts
I think of penetrating you
With a pin in your ear.
Just below the helix
Where I first kissed you
An abandoned ear lobe
Found its lover parched
For more.
The curve of that night
Resembled your ear
And my tongue gnawing
For flesh and bone.

Musings of a Psuedo Intellectual who Professes to be Romantic

A halter comes off easily
A tube takes a while
If you wear pink brassiere
I will walk for miles.