My Confessions: No More
No more
Days of strolling
Through the park,
Chitchatting,
When the sun slips beyond the rim in glory
And lovers bunch bench.. scurry..gone..
Out of sight,
Somewhere
Brushing lips,
And scraping skins.
No more
Light crunch foliage
Under feet
No more
Sacred cup of water,
And fragrant depths
Under sheets
When the mercury
Dips down
The Sub
And the sky spawning snow,
Loosely lying out
Upon the sill,
No more
Life,
Convivial,
When you left the creaking
Door ajar for dancing.
No more
Us
On the stage
In duet, singing songs
And dancing feather light
A blast of icy wind
Had an upper hand
Trembled the bones
And the morrows of our newly born love.
Somehow,
You fluffed the lines,
Floundered in the dark for awhile
Looking for the key,
For any crack in the wall,
Running in
Fast pace
Out away,
In all directions
With no avails,
No gate,
No quantum
Crackling spark leaping above-
Sudden waterfall like,down,
Over the edge,
Your steps.
I stood
-Only God knows how long-
Befor the moral tragic end
As a temple bells
In a celestial sphere
With clappers
Swaying,
So clear,
So loud,
Declaring in vain,alas :
On the horizon’s nearing line,
Where the sky rests
As white as dusty ice cream,
That a speck of light
Will peek through
The blob ,
Warm enough,
Soon
Widely spread,
Within the space
You are
Skittery,
Flittery
Like a blind squirl,
Just stop ,
Call it a day
And then rest your dizzy whizzing head
Upon my heart,
Sweet tune,
Sweet equilibrium.
Unfortunately
Towel already on the ground,
Shutters rolled down,
No more listening
And then you came back
Too late,
Recovered from women's foolishness
Only later,
Chubby
With cheeks blooming red roses
And hair coal black, touched by silver moonlight
To find me gone
Out of life,
Stir caldron now
As you read these lines
Or stoke dying embers
Dusty relics I’m,-ashes enough to fill
The dusk gaze
