poetry

Pale Orange Light

The outline of her breasts

under the pale orange light looked like a

a bird gliding against the sunset sky.

The raindrops slipped through

her hair into her face

and down,

against the holy smoke emanating

from a temple from across the street.

He had never seen her that way

but now he had his hand

at the back of her head

as his fingers traced her silhouette.

She hid her face in his shoulders

she was on her toes

as his fingers reached down

she lost her footing

and he held her.

Was this love, she wanted to know

but of that he seemed sure.

She traced the water drops

from his forehead

as it dropped from the sharp end

of his nose

splashed it into thin air.

He held her against the railing

and soft kisses

turned to burning fire

and sparks flew

matching the intensity of rain

and as the world came to a halt

flames raged against the tide.

poetry

I am.

I am all the words I didn’t say
when you tore me apart
listed out the things
one after the other.
I was that silence
when you complained about
how I talked too much,
my over-enthusiasm
because I fell apart
before I could even say
It’s not the truth,
But it wouldn’t matter to you.
If only you knew
but how would you
if I never tell
how my hands trembled
as my glassy eyes
crashed like dominoes
at every word you sent.
If you realized every word, you said
appeared as marks on my skin
would you still say those things
you said. Maybe you will be sorry maybe not
perhaps I put myself there
maybe we will never know.
But at that moment
I am all the things I didn’t say.