you promised me the universe
even the innocent stars
that you would capture
inside my favorite tea cup
...
It's funny
How I always know that
My heart beats
...
You're a blunderer, you say, but I beg to differ
So how do you speak of, of the several days and nights
When we stayed up talking, narrating our lives
With such zest and avidity, that twinkles in our eyes that
...
Moist on glass
A handprint stays
The clouds beckon
For some rays
...
This has become my sickness, my beginning
A chronic beauty; it tears at my insides
Even if my body and heart are left untouched,
I think my mind has been enjoying the games
...
I have become tired
I have become weary
But I wonder deeply
What the reaction would be
...
I scampered through the desert
That bit my tongue and burnt my feet
The mackerel sky threw my bitter dreams
Into a pond that gnawed at my sanity
...
imperfect grapes, or even berries
were drowned into this bottle
but care not for its origin, its maker;
instead bask in its service, its offering
...
I held her close in my arms
Even if my every move
Sent millions of breaths staggering for me
...