Poetry

  For L. …once more A small window on the roof. Darkness penetrates. A lingering presence spreads some shadow and crimson light on her blossoming face. The heart moans with every beat, It overcomes her sighs and punctures a wound… A fissuring wound in the chest. Her hand caresses my ribs, counting their wishes, And listens in the silence to the echo of the beat. I whisper a word… Two words in a tongue I borrowed from childhood but still sounds alien in my old dream. “Golden heart” jumps, Survives another death in her lips. The light fades in the […]

In the middle of a long path I regurgitate some leftovers from the night before Pretend I am handsome in my self-deprecation And nurse a cup brimful with sour days He has the habit to smack his head protestingly Recites his epic lamentation, “They are” “We are” “Those people” “Our problem is…” “They, Them” “We, I” “They should” And if only. On the last turn, I get a glimpse of home, Staring back with indifference, Smiling disapprovingly of the way I combed my hair  They never fail you, those moments Telling you how they: “Told you so!” “What to expect!” […]