Love Story

Light and shadow on your fingertips
Light and shadow playing the piano

The way you leave without a trace
The way my mornings smell of you
The way your keyboard sounds surreal
How every blink of your eye
Turns into night and day for me
How my curves shape to the river of you
Because my nerves burn at your touch

The heaven on your wrists
The music on your knuckles

The you in each embrace
The sunrise in your kiss
The technicality of your devotion
How every touch becomes divinity
When the world stops for us
How I breathe in your word
Because I live by its magic.

The hell-fire in each of us
The intricate arteries of love
Pulsating to the beat

Of our unanimous breaths.

Wrapped Spirit

A headache love
And a freeway dove
Gave birth to an inconsistent dove
In Marrakech.

A windless whisper
And a saxophone
Produced an ugly, charming tone
Now issuing from my gramohpone.

The world's a-bustling
The leaves a-rustling
My street's alive
I am left but to dive.

I sit very still
In the aftermath of a kill
And the sick light from the window sill
Hates me.

I'm alone!
No, never so...
For how can one who does not exist
Claim any woe?

I have lost density
Acquiring fluid propensity
For all winds and chills
That your heart busily spills.

You have spared your heart
And shot mine with a poisoned dart
You have stretched my soul
And I've just sprouted a hole.