1.SUSPENDED

Peculiarly windswept,

neat tombs stand arrayed,

and shun us away

Yet, deeply

in the lines of her eyes,

they mystify

they deepen the lust

for the dark

And yet,

so much remains

unsaid, undreamt of

Replete with exhaustion,

the days carve on,

like stitches through our destinies:-

And we remain

suspended, transfixed

in the streams flooding

us.

2.SEEKING

Cast between apprehensions,

I am often left

like a quotation,

hanging from nowhere, really—

Ostentatious thought muffles me,

in paradigms de rigueur,

and clutches tight at my waistband,

precariously:

Topsy turvy, elsewhere naught,

bind me between your elbows

and leave me whimpering,

Shall I find an answer then?

or askance, yet

the drooping bows

of moonlight

Shall choose to slither away

Unknown?

3.A BLESSING

I held aloft an evening whisper

And heard it fade into your chest

Now I wait

for it to recover,

to rebound

into my hollowed palms

like a blessing from your

turning tongue.

Per day, every night

and every accosted faith:

Is like pearl laden eyelashes

as though crusted with tears,

as though centered on the notion of the self—

and frosted—the windowpanes, the

glass on the door, and

the lips

Caked with sweat

of unbroken thoughts--