you told me
you’d be there
for me
that you’d read
my words
late at
n i g h t
those silky
promises
yet you only
skimmed through
those lines
flapping your
dark godly wings
flying out to more
luscious
v e r s e s
those silky
promises
so exquisitely thin
one can still
inhale the aroma
of cheap cigar
dressed up
in cuban
a t t i r e
those silky
promises
the words
are still there
for your one
and only
reading
pleasure
naked
flowery
dark
and
mourning
just for your
eyes only,
those very silky
promises,
u n d e r
t h e
p a l e
m o o n l i g h t
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verse
bursts
exploding
against
your
connoisseur
poetic
p a l a t e ,
barely
tickling
your
fancy
cushioned
b r a i n ,
inebriated
with wordplay,
then nursing
your poetic
hangover
back to
s o b r i e t y .
verse
bursts
exploding
against
your
connoisseur
poetic
p a l a t e ,
always
yearning for
new embellished
rhymes
to lick and
f o n d l e ,
distilled liqueurs
wasting away
in that—
your vintage
cellar
without a
n a m e ,
all verse—
aflame,
oh, such a
s h a m e .
the chapters
we stopped writing,
subtly smeared
like a
B r e e z e
the words we
never uttered,
all forgotten
like a
B r e e z e
crushed ice,
some bitter grapefruit,
drowned with vodka
like a
B r e e z e
enjoy the
subtle solace
of those berries
like a
B r e e z e
breathe on
an empty stomach
of love poems
like a
B r e e z e
love with
a puzzled mind,
ruby caresses
like a
B r e e z e
a new
unwritten chapter
unpublished opus—
w r i t t e n
B r e e z e
gone ---
with
the
s e a
B r e e z e
.
.
.
fun
thing is,
it wasn't
e v e n
a c o c k t a i l
N I G H T
do you think
i should let
go now
and stop
picking up
those fallen
leaves?
i loved
collecting
them
for my
vintage
album
as inspired
by that
magical
bond
i
a
l
w
a
y
s
cherished,
embraced,
yet
n
e
v
e
r
e v e r
saw
flourish,
(d i d i
j u s t
i m a g i n e
i t . . .?)
the touch
of those leaves
still feels
too raw
i t
s t i r s
m y
s o u l
n a k e d
yet,
I keep
hoping
for the day
i’ll see your
handsome
tree
s
t
a
n
d
i
n
g
t
a
l
l
and,
finally,
and,
s u r e l y,
f o r
e v e r
g
r
e
e
n
blue at night
falling prey
to those
crystallised
t e a r s
pale verses
written
for you—
o n l y
and dissolving
in the air
like cigar
p u f f s
i want to kiss
the immense
depth of
your dark
f e a r s
when you are
blue at night,
and hope for
an answer to your
p r a y e r s
pale verses
to hold tight to
as if they were
your
r
e
s
c
u
e
r
o
p
e
s
for
those blue
n i g h t s
i lightly caress
the tip
of that mike
As if I was
about to sing
your yet unwritten
silent
s
o
l
o
instrument naked—
my voice
about to tickle
Your well-versed skin
and enticingly
bite on your
unsuspecting
earlobe
A mascara tear
drops
and blurs
the mirrored image of
our
i
m
a
g
i
n
e
d
coexistence
the one that will never
be read aloud—
same as my solo
will never ever get sung
it was
your one and only
a capella kiss
yet that night
you chose
not to
l
i
s
t
e
n
to my naked
notes
that bleeding
nightsong
you constantly hurt her—
her face full of scratches,
yet she still teases you out
of your self-imposed
S
o
l
i
t
a
r
y
c
o
n
f
i
n
e
m
e
n
t
deep within the
quivering walls
of your insatiable
feline hunger
yes, she's still game -
despite everything
that happened
(or did not)
what else would you
expect
from a wild
mouse?
been feeling dry
for days,
a verse-provoking
senseless fear
permeates
my dreams
my quill,
a half-gnawed
bone
with one last
ink droplet
staining my
b
l
a
n
k
surface
sizzling
sounds
and sentient
shades
soothing
spears
and somber
streaks
silent
steps
and sore
seared
s
t
a
r
s
savaging
the silent
silo
like a
s
e
r
p
e
n
t
i
n
e
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