I can’t sleep.
Those I lost,
Those I will lose,
Come to me,
For company,
Or to confuse.
My eyes, swollen with sick
And love,
Cannot shut;
And I keep thinking,
If…But…
Visions from the past
Haunt me,
Like drapes in the wind.
I smile to see
Familiar ghosts
Wait,
In some dust;
And I must know
Insomnia and fear
Are ghosts, too.
Death feels like the end
But as long as I remember you
There is no end to you
You live on
Even if you didn’t survive.
You burn through my existence
With fiery feet of love.
I burn. I weep to ease some pain.
It bursts sometimes
Like a dam over fire.
But it doesn’t extinguish.
So the eyes become
Weapon or medicine.
The heart is full.
Death, lift your veil.
Kiss me and say
We’ll meet again.
There is not much that can be said
Between two hearts that lie in three,
For now, on some quiet and warm bed,
The sky seems as quiet as quiet can be.
Each heart passion roams intertwined,
Every hope resurrects fresh and wild;
Tears, for the time, stay far declined,
And all of love rests supinely beguiled.
The need for more, for the time, is silent;
Orgasms are all but forgotten now;
Arms lie filled, anxiety lies spent,
The future seems like it was begotten now.
The story of the sky is just beginning.
The dawn too, for now, has been stilled.
Eyes are sated and are drowsily singing.
Everything empty, for now, has been filled.
Hearts Still Care 