Surplus

When my infinity cannot
hold you any longer
then it is time to realize
that no amount of preparation
is enough

to let go of the surplus

except when it 

is taken away

in strangeness and in war.

Home of cards

It is when you build something
step by step,
a home of unlived stories,
that the speed of light
is equal in each room.
The labour of
young bashful days of love,
culminates into something
nonreturnable.
Untasted, untouched
the home of cards
where falling apart
is an intimate truth.

Equal

Bite me where it hurts the most.
Into the skin, between the ghosts.

Bite me when I'm drunk enough,
I'll bite you back with equal love.

Heart

The heart is
less fluid,
more viscous.
less vermilion,
more scarlet.
less tidy,
more guarded
than you understand.

The heart is
less confined,
more confused.
less spacious,
more ventilated.
less permanent,
more fleeting
than you admit.

Charmer

I never tire of your ways with me,
as compelling as a half read story,
and how always one whole session of love
ends with my heart turning into
crumbled plastic sheets lying on the kitchen floor.

cheap thrills

I bet it smells like smoke
inside your funny hat,

                                                       random guy with a twisted tail,
                                                       I'm glad we never made it.

Gaps

Glue some fiction because

paper crumbles easily

The heart pushed against the wall

and re-christened every Saturday night

is that which falls apart blindly

in the epilogue of crimson mournings

Between the pages, fingertips meddle with

gaps of air and human emotions. 

Urge

Let me touch your green, when you cry under the sun.

I’ve waited for the leaves to wear out of our wall

while centuries have gathered under your eyes.

Your wholeness makes my freedom some vacuum, 

bowls of blood, undisturbed. Mere ripples.

Will you let me intrude?  My safe thumb can run up your

shoulders, into your chest of fate, and wisdom.               

I’ll whisper to you in your sand, when your summer sleeps.