Weak gut talks

Let me bein this solemn dreamwhere my hair spins free like the summer sunlightlet me danceundercovervoice belowdown underfight me hardspin me aroundturn me downloving loudhide me loverbreak the chainfight like me suckerheal the paintell it like soblabber it wholetake it in deepand rest is a gohide like me loverfeel the painhanging down riverwhere there’s no

Whatever he is

My lover’s so far away again flashing through a bike ride down lonely lanes, streets, shrubs, paths… The clouds are heavy, and the skies are bleak again I can feel each cell thrive and shrivel in my body I just want to be naked and sprawl on the great green grass; get kissed by the

No face

I was so hurt today I searched for a face; My lover had no face today

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

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

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

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

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.”

Mad Lover

Every girl needs a mad lover