Fifty Shades of Red

The first stain of puberty

The second, a sign of purity

My first love,

The butterflies and balloons

The flowers and chocolates

The first heartbreak

Tokens, souvenirs,

The color of the bus, when I left home

The angelic city

My first house

His first sight

My perfect story

His drink

The hookah pot and the smoke

My heart skipping a beat

Those years,

Energy shift

The color of her lips on his

My lost love

His betrayal,

That summer

Tears and transformations

Anxiety and my anguish

Unseen scars on my soul

My now shorter curls

The dairy, I opened that Sunday

The venue, his arrival

His aura

His rage

His magnetism

Aztec print shirt

The lights in his room

His angry birds blanket

My heart beating all over again

My rebirth

His face

My trembling lips

The blood rush

The brain freeze

My happy soul

The next morning,


His ghost,

My achy breaky heart

His memory

My dreams

New hope

New life

New city

My new found power

All in shades of Red


Goodbye In Circles

We say goodbye in circles

We get lost in mazes

We, in love but are lost

In our complicated phases

It’s always over when I walk

Out of your sight

But only to meet you some other night

In the same room, under the same light

We are two wands made of the same feather

Why then are we, so reluctant,

To be together

My hair strand entangled with the

Threads of your sweater

But we are not together

When the morning comes,

Promises of the night, forgotten

We become strangers in love

As if it’s our last adventure

And how is it that, how

we yet again say goodbye

But in circles


Dance of the Night 

Every night she rehearsed with him In a dim lit

In a dim lit studio,

Enclosed with mirror walls,

He held her by her waist

And her hand

She placed her delicate

Bruised arms on his shoulder

He looked at her

And she at him

She saw herself

Her battered bleeding lips

And her swollen eyes

Tightened her clasp

And they both spun

As in a ballet across the room

She was the piano, he the violin

Made symphony as they moved

Light as a feather

Their feet moved on the floor


His face as bright as the morning sun

Lighting her face as he looked

He stormed in closer

And move away in an instant

Closer and away

Close and far far away

And close again

Moving his fingers on her delicate lips

As his precursor to moving his face

Moving it closer to hers

At a distance that only a feather

Could cross


He tightened his hold

Spun her around,

Sometimes gentle sometimes harsh

Sometimes crass, and brash

He smiled,

That smile, a caution, of a

Lift to the skies and sudden fall

Losing all control

As she lost herself

He laughed as he

Picked her up and tossed her

And held her as she fell

She held her hand on his chest

As he held her close

Didn’t skip a step

But missed every heartbeat


His heart danced

Hers was numb

As if it was a race to the finish line


They danced every night,

As an audience of

A million stars watched

As they moved

Faster and slow

Away yet close

In circles and in piano tiles

Through waltz and ballet


And as the night died

All that remained was her and

Him, his ghost

And her battered self

He turned into stardust at every sunrise

And she burned in the ashes of the sparks

That claimed his life


Prose Poetry 

I refused to get in the shower for days. I was afraid I’d lose your smell that was etched on my skin. I wanted to carry you around with me for as long and as far as I could. So when the time came, I undressed in parts with patience. Took my time like you did that night. This time I wanted to do it right, I took my sweet time, searching for every mark every bite of that night. If there was an audience, it’d be a sight, to behold. Your grip on me, your hold, when the night was bold, we were to each other sold. Our noses fought to be a part, love, passion all lost in the art. You were drama, a musical in bed and poetry in motion. Leaving feelings unsaid to the imagination. Kissed me with your eyes closed, my hands your blindfold. I warm, you cold, tugging stitches of the threads that bound us, until our bare skins found us. Your hands moved on the bosom and mine flew down. We whispered and screamed in ears, bite the lobes and kissed the napes until the sunrise when you drifted, I shifted to a dreamland of our own in each other’s arms. And when the morning came, life was never the same. We parted ways, you moved left and I right, catching the last glimpse, what a sight. When two lovers separate, just to run into each other again at another date. And until then, I was going to savor you for as long and as hard as I could. Refusing to get into the shower.