...your forbidden land

Sediments of uncertain feelings

of you

incubated  inside me sterile

and broke out in violent rashes

of impractical unreasoned love.

Then I,

cartographer of unwieldy  terrains of passion,

lost her way in your winding labyrinths of desire,

An eternal wandering exile,

I became a settler

 on the fringes of

your forbidden land.

Exit

Something of you still remains,

refusing to exit,

like a fading stain of accidental encounters,

in echoes lurching forward in voiceless nightmares,

in uncertain ellipsis of unfinished conversations,

in shed skins  lying across my path

warning fangs of intolerance

snaked by,

in the first fallen leaf of autumn,

dancing death shrouding

your decaying promises

of my eternal spring,

in those hanging pebbles weighing down

frail wings of my escaping flight,

in the pieces of my rotting heart

lying like dead remains

of suicidal moths,

incinerated trust of

yesterday’s blinding love.

Waiting Return

When you came in,
my heart slammed its doors shut,
curled up in your lap
                 and left the world outside
life revolving unaware,
days submerging into nights
and nights dissolving in your arms.

When you came in,

seasons inconsequential,

                 in a kiss a thousand ignored past springs,

in the blinding light of your radiance,

the pursuing shadows

of anxious history abandoned .

When you left,

Time announced himself,

I dragged centuries along in conversation,

He moved in ennui his hands a second.

When you left , my love,

you left my heart ajar

in perpetual waiting

of that impossible return.