Words

Have you ever read me, all of me, my words, my creation, my poetry, my prose, all at once, everything I ever had to say, the words said as well as the thoughts left unsaid? Is it just me who does that? It seems like I’ve been a sponge all my life, absorbing the words of total strangers, pouring their lives into my soul, drinking their words like nectar. I remember being parched for your words but you never quenched my thirst, instead you shoved poems up my ass, watching your words dissolve, slowly, and seep inside my body like a saline drip. Tonight, I wish to be read like an open rose, tonight I want to be remembered for these words, the very words I will despise tomorrow for all the thoughts left unsaid.

Unicorn shadow

Our shadows tangle
into an obscene dance
thousand caresses take flight
in half a second’s glance

I’d mistaken midnight nudity
as penchant for the perverse
but your soul sucked out
the poison in my verse

and my silhouette
bathes in the moonlight
it stands tall and pure,
yet eclipsed by the night

Is this how you see me –
just a unicorn shadow,
a darkened face in
a distant window?

But I’d rather be a silhouette
than a mere reflection
I’d rather be words
than a lilting temptation