tall field
When clouds form over me,
I could sense either a storm –
Or a story.
You happen to be both,
Now you’re inside my poems.
Diamond-tipped stars –
Wrapped around the ring of the universe.
Marrying you and this galaxy.
Jealousy spawned inside of me,
Yet when I wake up; you’re next to me.
Our lips are woven together,
Sharing open hearts and closed eyes.
My sweaters to such cold nights.
May you be with me –
Through worse or for better times.
Immortalised by words,
Humanised by our recitals.
Most would scrap when things go sour,
Yet we like the combination;
Being our sweet and sour cycles.
Often I wake up and cry –
Cartridges of inked tears.
Because to my ears,
You aren’t by my side;
It was just one more dream.
lavish quiver
fallow latch