"Upon Sunset"

I felt the need to lie down

and so we did. 

God must have found

His way to my windowsill;

a touch with His finger, the bed 

was illuminated.

The fresh, crisp air funnelled through

and wrapped us in one

on top of this pale duvet.

When did the sun become kind

and love so undeniable? 

Nap, we didn’t.

Weep, I did. 

Our shadows born from the sun 

barely breathed beneath us.

We were sure

we had each other. 

Hugging is letting your chests kiss.

We let our hearts be close, despite

the barrier of our skin.

I cried,

because I loved him so much. 

He was a jewel

completely surrendered to my possession.

His crown I wanted

to hold entirely—

protected in my chest—

and we’d fit perfectly.

"Learned Helplessness"

What are days for? 

The hours, the years...

Once the moment is gone

how do my words hold on? 

The tediousness of life

teases. Oftentimes 

helplessness refuses to 

cease; it only phases. 

What are we to do 

with so many shutters

of the eyes, witnessing

the overwhelmingly

incessant, violent

murder of time? 

"Running"

I close my eyes, letting my soft-souled, imaginative memory run.

It gathers its energy and momentum, rises up like smoke. 

It’s running fast,

chasing after your face, your frames, 

nose, lips,

the way the two ends of your smile 

curl up 

when your face gets 

closer to mine. 

I open my eyes for a second, 

afraid of getting lost in what’s past. 

But I’ve always been a masochist

with my own stories

in time. 

Lids closed once more, my mind reaches 

out its tender arms, grasping 

onto the feeling of your lips 

touching mine. Oh 

how close, how naturally warm we were together. 

Hours passed by, like time was never 

once an abstract 

so skewed, an entity

so monopolistically significant and constant.

It made an attempt

at alarming us with helplessness, 

reasons, but was of no influence.

For our minds were so unforgettably 

occupied, and we were ourselves

loving the space our beings filled up 

in conjunction.