reading love

love encrypted
in the language of clouds
hearts scrambling to decode
an ache to read their deepest secrets
in pregnant raindrops

the need to solve the mystery
answers written in invisible ink

somewhere, someone holds the key
unlocking the gate
to cloud nine

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the outlier

They caught me flirting with broken words the other day, and blamed me for the time lost trying to get them back in line.

Then they condemned me for wooing unfinished thoughts to dance beneath the moonlight, and claimed I was a distraction while they were on the way to being complete.

I’m beginning to think that they are just looking for an excuse, because I do not speak their language, yet I seem to enjoy soaking in their love notes.

~~~

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how love kills

A heart
falls in love
with everything and everyone
in the entire universe.
It pulls
like a magnet
all things breathing
with merciless passion.
It draws
powerful lust
from four corners
of the world,
from the north to the south
from the east to the west
feeding off their energy
missing nothing,
nothing,
in between.

A heart
that absorbs
your time, your space,
leaving nothing behind
for you and me.
Our remnants
clutch emptiness
till there’s nothing left to do
but to sit and watch us
sucked into a bottomless
vortex.

~~~

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wanted

“Lips to kiss
the pain away.

Eyes that see sorrow
behind a smile.

Hands wrapped
around her shoulders.

A heart that loves her
and only her.”

~~~

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for once

For the longest time it had been
all about you

and you, and you.

Foolishly I wondered why
I kept stumbling and falling,
hopelessly reaching
for the door that was never there.

One dawn before the moon
retreated to slumber, she yelled
and yelled and yelled
at me. So I learned
to stand up and dust off
my hair, and turned my love

to me, for once, to me.

~~~

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four corners

He picked a spot and pitched a tent,
finishing just before twilight.

As the moon was appearing through the trees,
he made plans to spread crumbs
in the morning.

Late at night, in the company
of crickets and forest breeze, he fell asleep
with a smile on his face
imagining a bucketful of love
he was to collect from four corners
of fools’ world.

~~~

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alien at home 

That place has been home for years
its beauty and flaws, a part of hers
taught her much of what she knew,
showed her how to be strong
continuously whispering words
of encouragement
to go for what she wanted.

After a while she heard them
not only telling her to jump higher
but also demanding that she brought back
bigger bling
and more ka-ching
otherwise the jumps would not matter
even though she’d die trying.

Today she is stuck
in an endless loop of love and hate
and though she’s at home,
at night she looks in the mirror and sees
a weary alien.

~~~

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why he’s here

Once again she sits there,
silence and darkness keeping her company,
this time pondering if he’ll ever sing
their song.

Trains of thoughts begin
to run off track, rushing to find
the answer to a question:
is he here because
he needs her
or because he does not want to be
alone?

Then she looks up to see
his smile and feel his heartbeat
and nothing else really matters
as long as he’s
here.

~~~

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