As if  I was an

Endless highway 

He wanted his car

To break down on;
He sat across me
Vines and all,
Shadows of my grief
Sprawled against his face
Like a table cloth soaked
In milk; I covered his eyes
In a vain attempt to ease
The pain of my own
Suffering




Amidst the pale pink light 
Of the fading day,
It engulfed my face as the only lover
I had ever known
For eons now; The baffling expression growing
Inside his eyes
As to how the sun ever got so lucky 
To finish upon my face
Every night







''My dear, you make love to
A fantasy, every nightfall 
You dress up for a show
Without an ending, without a punchline
You dance naked for walls 
That only look, 
But never dance back
You give birth to rotten trees 
barren with ripe fruit
Love letters to the dusk 
As you save your tears in envelopes 
Waiting for the moon
To fall in love with you 
Back''




While he was here,
Faults and all,
Flesh against Flesh if I ever wish it to be true,
Solid against my palms like concrete, But the longer I look
Against his dimly lit pink face
The more mists surrounds 

Amidst the pale pink light 
Of the fading day,


I apologize kindly, As I need to evaporate now
Together with the light,
The moon, it beckons for me 
The walls, they sing for my aching limbs
There are love letters left to be written
Tears left to be saved


''There are many nights left for me
To be dancing together with my 
Barren trees, my dear 
Your forced absence cannot break
My heart, for I already broke it;
Cracked it like you would a walnut
Against your teeth; I must vanish now
Together with the sunset
I must disappear 
As fast as the 
Dying light
Of the day
Hits your
Face''

The smoke
Around your
face,
How jealous
I had been
Of it,
For it seeped
Ever so silently
From your lungs,
And let me
Tell you something
You probably
Didn't know,





What a
Luscious
Place
To be