unmentioned

At times like this the very weight crushes the keys thoughtlessly.
The weight of words that have come and gone, died unborn because of my inability to name them names. Do they matter now, those words at all? Is it too late to beg and call?

meticulous.

you have got your point across
with an economy of words.
you always were frugal.
you meted out my sentence so carefully,
even a pause wasn’t wasted.
and yet
I am still standing here
straining to hear more.
hoping still, wishing hard
for a token of unexpected generosity.

rewrite

Oh, how unnecessary that exclamation
mark is I mean just look at the way in which it sticks out
of that sentence as jarring as the toothpaste blob left there in the pristine sink much like your nomadic socks that seem to wind up not in the laundry but buried in your boots or that strand of hair that meanders so nonchalantly cutting across my immaculate pillow.

This will never work.

framed

for the longest time
all i ever wanted
was a pair of glasses
to frame my world
and give me bite
-sized pieces
of perspective -

glasses which would
make my identity
easy to figure
and let me be
a bookworm

- that's all i ever wanted.

letters

letters
making love
making words
embracing each other
giving birth
to poetry

think of me

think of me
like caramel, warm and languid, leisurely pouring over each sense
think of me
like a moonbeam, bathing your shadows in silvery streams
think of me
like snowflakes, that come to rest on your cheeks and eyelashes
think of me
like a well-worn page, trembling for the touch of your fingertips.