poetry

My Lover’s Hands

My lover’s hands
So fragile, so cold
Manicured and neatly filed
An unusual artist,
Every time he waves them in the air
Like he’s throwing colors on my chest bare

My lover’s hands
They move on my face
Linger there for seasons
In no hurry no haste
Of my skin, they savor the taste
Letting no sensation go to waste

My lover’s hands
They take their own sweet time
When they find the space between
My fingers
As if an imperfect key
That fastens a lock forever

My lover’s hands
As cold as a rainy day
Dousing my fiery soul
Magic, they move underneath my blouse
As if it’s his own house
They make their way to tug my curls

My lover’s hands
They move on the foggy window panes
Tracing infinity with our names
Paving roads through broken lips
Pushing them in
And drawing wet lines down the neck

My lover’s hands
They slide down the curved paths
and the highways
To immerse and blend with me
We become one
Hurting, consoling, scurrying, pausing

My lover’s hands
They know my country well,
The north, the south
Mountains and the seas alike
They love the firm base
The airy apex
Every crevice, every peak

My lover’s hands
Leave me urging and yearning
To feel them
One more time on my chest
Asking my leaping heart to fly out of his cage

The power and beauty of the touch in
My lover’s hands

poetry

Child of the Wind

She wandered lonely
Across the fields
And the deep dark woods
Hiding her face in the daylight

She was, but a normal girl
What was her fault
That her body housed two souls
And for two decades and a wearisome half

A stranger soul made her a human
But she was a child of the wind
And of the fire
She walked like a human
Spoke like a sweet woman

Until a man broke her apart
Humans are not to be trusted
The voice in her head echoed
She fled into humans’ arms
Again and again
To silence them

Until one day, the human took away
Her heart and stabbed her in the back
As she lay in the dark corner
Fighting a deadly battle in her head
Her soul took over

And her skin broke in places
Her lips died
And emotions flew by
Her nails grew sharp as claws
Curls turned blue

Her eyes flamed
And she went cold
She could walk no more
Her knees cracked
And she couldn’t look at herself no more

She had no shadow
She decided to die,
One night she stepped out
And crawled to the tallest skyscraper
She could find
Jumped down, only to find herself flying

She screamed, and lightning struck
On a summer night
And when she shuddered in fright
It was the sound of the thunder
And when she wept
It rained

So, she wandered lonely
Across the fields
And the woods
Hiding her face in the daylight
But in the night

Day after day she took flight
She was yet to figure out the
Extent of her power,
As she wandered into the woods
A wave of her hand ​caused a storm

But she didn’t know this
Until she flew at night to win back her love
And found him in another lady’s arms
That she could burn down anything
With her agony
Her screech destroyed his world
Almost, until her tears brought back the rain
And saved his life

Her power was ethereal
And humans would never comprehend
They would call her a monster
If they were to see her
That was the last time she was seen in the city
Before she took her flight
To live in her new home
Across the fields
In the deep dark woods