4/25/14

Nothing, loss, maybe

1. Nothing

Your silver pain
a dagger with pearls
and rubies
‘Sorry’ I say, and
your weak smile flickers,
on,
off,
on,
off…

I would have preferred
a howling storm,
a river of tears,
a tempest of reproaches,
but

you offer
silent suffering
and sorrow,

‘Nothing’, you say, ‘It’s
nothing at all’



2. Loss

Why is there
no orchestra of violins
playing soft elegies?
Only a purring fridge,
a kitchen clock
measuring our heartbeats,
and time flows away
like sand on a foreign strand,
with the soft hiss
of loss…



3. Maybe

In clouds you stand
and mute my breath,
a Goddess made of marble,
but the worms of pain
eat you up
from inside

and
maybe
I loved you,
maybe
you loved me,
maybe

4/3/14

Ash and iron

The beach shimmers,
golden, crumbling, empty;
the day sighs, tired,
and grows older;
I taste iron
in my mouth

Clouds swim slowly
through the sea,
the grey and flat,
innocuous sea,
and we walk
and walk and walk,
not hand in hand
but closed, partitioned,
each his own
and hazy island

Our late afternoon
hums the melody
of waves washing over our bare feet,
of pine-trees whispering in the warm breeze,
of our muggy fear
that things could last,
that things could end

As we walk
along the golden beach,
crumbling, empty, tired,
words trickle
but refuse to flow,
and our half-silences
become eternities
imprisoning the grey, flat sea,
the sinking afternoon,
the golden clouds,
the sultry sky

Our burning truths, unspoken,
make my gums bleed
and fill my mouth
with ash and iron