Fields

Fragile Fields
speck of dust
seven dead stars
bright on earth
tough enough
dangerous
native fields
of rainbows
of blue lotus

sirens of the womb
being of severed sea
shifting soon as wonders of the world
as little sweet girls
forming fields and seven hills
fragile Fields
a fearful yield

Blue bird

Blue bird leaving trails on flights of hail
I see you
Eyes exuding scents of a longing lover
I stare and wish you’d be seen
Death rises to be plucked picked and shipped
You shift in humbled pride
Oh blue bird
Wings engulfing raw doing and curves
Each day stern legs stretched out in knowing they’d touch the ground
In distance quickly
Everything glows
New nerves stand firm
For your blue hairs
Blue feathers of an innocent love
Pure sacred, honorable and divine
Blue bird I’ll always hold you closest to mind

Hunger

he consumed me
as his last breathe
savored my flesh
breakfast
lunch
dinner
and he loved me till my bones ached
are we not all worthy of somebody

Suit yourself

If you’d prefer to sit there as I devour this holy pomegranate for my last meal

Then I wouldn’t bat an eyelash during grace

While the world is lovemaking to cope with flesh

I vow to touch the earth with the courtesy of life in mind

As you reflect the desert
Sandy and grit

The in-between
The more of the lesser

You’d be fine off asking yourself

Have you forgotten
And what are you willing to do to remember

Bury me

Bury me beneath the many corners of my past life

I see the door and I’ll knock forever cause thats all I do

Bury me like lost lovers scorching the world.

I’ll be within it and you’ll never need to ask twice

As you bury me

I am no longer alive

I cannot see or breathe

But I am here