Underneath a pool of moonlight

Blame it on the full moon baby
Scattered stars
You in my arms
Glow on you and glow on me
Moon
Bless us with your love
Glow like you
We were to come to
Being like one

Glow in me baby, glow near me
We’re like nightingales
Hummingbirds of the dark
Singing a tune, silent with our hearts

Rock with me baby, bare with me your soul
Kiss me darling, gently
One two three
Four five six
Rock loving, hold soft

You’re an angel baby, you’re a sweet lover
Your taste is saccharine
Your flesh is like velvet
Your smile, tangy
Your heart…

You make me like honey
Dig in like a rock
Sweet sweet sweet sugar sugar sugar lover lover lover
Buzzing like the bee

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Boxed shell

How real is this fact
That I’m out here, able and intact
Underneath shelters and shelters of
Clothes, blankets and thick walls
Preserved in like a specimen
Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber
That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten
Awake, with a buried heart that wonders
Whether there’s a man in a forest
Who could hear

 

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Burning wood

Quiet nights
And the midnight stray dogs that bark
The scent of burning wood
Clay pots and runny rice
On a stove made of fine earth

I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress
And peeking out the open window railings
While the cool breeze touches my face
Unlocking my heart
There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s cooking
And a search for a lover in the dark

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Love from the inside

You’re a lover of beauty, but I absolutely love it when you draw ugly things. It’s like dissecting through me and tantalizing on the hideousness,
unevenness, asymmetries, quirks, faults and mistakes.
It’s gutting my pain, and somehow finding a hidden rainbow
From splatters of chaotic colors.
I love it when you see it; these bursts of fire red and seeping black blue. I love it when your brush strokes frantically because life just isn’t more. It’s a silly dance that you dance, of anguish and frustrations, but it’s so grand. I know you’re a lover of beauty, but I just love it when your hand’s stained in ink. When the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen rests on a dirty sheet of paper,
when you destroy its face into pieces and see me.

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Like a whiff of fresh air

They say you should “appreciate the finer things in life” like “enjoy the annoying company of people around you” or “don’t look at your phone while walking– look at the marvelous hoard of strangers in front of you” or “don’t put your headphones on when you’re outside, you should appreciate the beautiful screaming of people.” They say, “Don’t avoid people” but then again,
I see him coming through the revolving door with the familiar face of a lover, and like catching a whiff of fresh air,
I drop every worthless thing that I’m doing, and breathe.

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