Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Cold Sun

As the sun, a golden ball
Of cold fire hides behind
The cotton clouds, I sigh

Today too the moon,
Won't be seen In the sky
And today again I will

Be left longing For those
morsels of you that the
moondrops bring for me

Friday, January 15, 2016


I would lay myself bare
Peel my skin
Shred my innards
To pour myself unto you

But I don't yield 
My being and body
My heart and soul
Hardened and cold

Fragile and brittle


into sharp fragments 
I split In a thousand shards