gaze into me not with the eyes that fortress
a lie, just like the glint of dew that conceals
the tinge of dark in a dying petal;
gaze into me with the heart that bares
every faltering breath, just like the bud that bursts
into a flower in the silence of dawn.
there is no other choice, as long
as we long for an everbloom
How can this rage not explode? Her eyes
looking but not seeing, glued yet
wandering. She’s nowhere, she’s
everywhere, seeking refuge where
I don’t exist or where I
am dead or just a twig she feeds
to the flame, blue with her
wrath. She has mastered the contours of
my anger and I still grope along
the fence of her defense. Isn’t silence
sweet? Then why the muteness my voice
has summoned deafens me now?
Where is the shore of this howling
sea of reticence? How can a clever
plan fail? – trap her in a minor
encounter where even her faintest
meow is enough to unlock her
lies and the torrent of diatribes I have
long nurtured. But how can
I bear her empty stare? Her
frozen gaze that sets me ablaze?
It’s dusk and it’s not raining but I want to stay with you under your umbrella. I want to gaze at its broken ribs; I want to hear the creaking of its joints. And I want to look at your eyes: something stings in the rust resting in your lashes. I hear waves roaring, I sense the songs of the sons and daughters of the sea.
Why should the children of fire seek the shed of an umbrella tree? Are they afraid of the smoldering breath of God? Lilies lie on the lapof the valley where volleys of mortars have never tasted the sweetness of silence.
I long for the lilies, for their lies: there’s not truth in flowers; not even in the soil their roots turn to dust. Open me, release my breath; let the wind recharge me with the scent of the lilies. Engulf my sorrow with the serenity of its petals