To Die a Bliss

To die a bliss from a stolen kiss
each day he made and did not miss.
And when apart each stroke I knew—
fingers kissed with our letters too.

// 26 Aug 2019

A Mere Touch

He killed me
little by little
until we
were weakened
to a trembling
that a mere touch
fused us
like soft bones.

// 24 Aug 2019

Let the Ocean

If I were the ocean
I would claim your sadness,
I would take your pain
down my ocean floor.
I would caress your soul
right where it trembles
with a kiss.
I would knead you back
into pure ocean
as I would need you
back with all of me.

// 19 Aug 2019


It’s nature’s little wink
that we are where we need to be,
doing what we need to do,
finding who we need to find.

It’s the “nothing” that changes us,
irreparably and irreversibly,
that too deep and obscure a sign—
that we often miss as it misses us.

// 18 Aug 2019


The clock strikes 12
and the shoe
is no longer missing.
it winds up
in the right hands
and all are looking
for the sole
that fits.
It is a risk she takes.
After all, time
if well lived
is worth it.
The clock strikes 12
and the shoe
is found.

// 17 Aug 2019

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