What’s with all the
unanswered calls,
unattended messages,
and unwritten letters?
What’s wrong with me
to call at odd hours,
to message relentlessly,
and to write letters?
Somehow I imagined,
being amorous is also
to reach out and
to reciprocate…
Raw
With our legs entwined
When darkness withers away
We see each others
Naked body and Soul.
As we get as raw as we can
Our silence speaks, a trillion
words to each other
As we spoon ourselves to eternity…
Noise and Meaning
Between those “typing…” messages
and the Skype video calls
which never came;
I wonder what it was
that lingered between us
and that kept us going
on and on then.
Between those walks
on the beach, dinners,
stealing kisses,
and multi-shot photographs;
I don’t know
what was noise and
what had meaning…
If sheets could talk
If sheets could talk
they would tell you about
her tears
his loneliness
their ecstasy and
love stains…
Still fighting…
He walked in,
She looked up;
Their breaths met,
Hair was unmade.
Clothes came off,
Her back arched off the bed;
She enjoyed the ride,
He knew when to stop.
They slept together,
Making love silently;
“The fight is still on”
She whispered at first light…