
This morning
I composed
an edible poem.
This morning
I composed
an edible poem.
I must gather
cherry blossoms
to place it
over everything
that is absent
When I saw you
at the corner table in the cafe
fiddling with the carnation in the vase,
you looked like the refrain of a song
that someone lost & I’ve found.
Perhaps my heart’ll gather you
line by line.
I’ll dig out the rhythm
as you sit
avoiding my gaze.
All the splendour
of golden October
is just the
quivering of leaves
and lowerlips.
Let me fly instead
with the migrating birds
You aren’t him.
You are cruel,
loveless October.
Life has a way
of reminding me
that light is strong
only when
there is darkness
I’ll keep you
at an arm’s length
as a stranger
as a guest.
When you walk down
the last step
past
the Parijat tree in full bloom
I will never cry.
I am afraid
if I look into your eyes,
brimming with love,
my heart will
spill tears
The pleasantries were exchanged
That was in the first quadrant
In the second
she threw back her head and laughed
and I splintered
weak-kneed & tongue-tied.
In the third
she tucked a rogue curl
behind her ears
I auctioned my soul to longing
In the fourth
she led me into the fields
where a million fireflies danced
“Stay with me and belong to no one else’
Foolishly I whispered.
I woke up alone and disheveled
the full circle
a noose around my neck.
your tale too
ends in a pyre,
autumn transcendence