with EVERY heavy breath
we bury PIECEs OF each other’s smiles
in the SENTENCEs WE never SHARE
every morning I awake and bare witness
as YOU exhale broken frames
of your forgotten DREAMs
I sit in lotus position
on the unkempt AISLES of your soul,
ignoring the storm that floods your pulpits,
I’m trying to blossom from the sun
that melts beneath your tongue
you DRESS up your mood
for the cortege that circles the sombre cottages
of my weathered countenance.
It’s calmer(KARMA) during the storm,
no MEDIA
no mourners
Just US
lost amidst EACH OTHER’s fears
using years to anchor our ships
MEMORIES to insure our EMOTIONS
raise the WHITE flags
so we can sail
the sirens are reeling us from sure
with dirge called LOVE