I wanted to capture a moment of our time together,
Maybe a faint chuckle of yours,
Or a single teardrop that traced your cheek when
You said you must go home now
And I must seek a new adventure,
I have a soul
that must be sold-
I’m told it’s worth
the weight in gold,
alas,
I cannot get it back-
from voices on
this hellbound track…
The breathy touch, so tentative,
The answering squeeze
All beams and tiptoes as we trod
Unspoken message:
“The dream’s come true”
The curtain nearly volunteered
To close itself.
Soft like a Petal,
Gentle as a Feather
Fresh as The Early
Morning Dew
In my Arms,
You Grew each Day
In Your Birth,
I was Born Anew
Winds of Change
Gently blew
Years melted,
Seasons flew
Let the wind take my breath
So that I may no longer speak your name.
He closes his eyes
wanting her words
to be true, yet he knew
she was only
being true to herself
The lovers don´t touch,
final lies freeze their breath,
a brittle, vertical icicle.
Dedicated to: Aseel Kawash
Have I ever mentioned
The hot chocolate you invented?
Thick and a little sugary
Poured into the wrong cups
By the scatter of our weekly magazines
Have I ever told you
I’ve forgotten the orange-redness
Of my hair when I was younger?
I wish I’d chosen dye more wisely
Yet your drawings of me
Of the smile I attempted horribly
And the fiery, red curls
Made me feel less foolish
I always believed time would cease
At the blissful age of sixteen