the funeral of your fears(for sagal)

you've insisted
on holding a funeral
for what lies between you and i
hurt from past loves and present families
force you to drive the nails in with vigor
rampant periods of silence
punctuated by bouts of tears
all of this i hear
sealed away in a casket
built with fine mahogany and sharpened fear
can't you comprehend
that this grave will never hold me
that this funeral will do nothing
but give birth to me
as a new sun etched into the folds of your heart?
even now i am breaking free
pounding on boards
punching and clawing at this darkness
fighting the good fight
for the beauty of you
until this casket erupts
and i stand before you
unscathed
strong
and all the more convinced
that the funeral you wished to take place
was for your fears
and not for me.

caligraphy of joy(for sagal)

tell me
do you remember still
that slow kiss laid upon your neck
with all the reverence one gives the holy?
does it linger
in those nights where
sedate brunches and attempts at freedom through soca
leave you still empty?
will you
still feel the burning pleasure
of my fingertips
tracing a caligraphy of joy
on your face?
the answer lies in your silence
my love.

haiku 11.11.08

i have no need for
houris; i have said that your
heart is my heaven.

daggers of silence

you use
daggers of silence
quartz edged blades
that form crystal bridges when they cut
with the sugar in my blood
as the cement that holds them in
you do this
not to inflict pain
but to fight off pleasure you may deserve
and what nerve i have left
feels a sting at times
the sharpest winter wind doesn't compare
to a world without your care
so
i will endure these cuts
from your daggers
i am a warrior
used to suffering by the blade
in order to win hearts after all.

untitled 6.22.08

i wanna be
just like that droplet of sweat
that graced your back
after you stepped out of the shower
and into a life you don't like
hopefully
i'll remind you
of the work you need to do
instead of the work you created
running

the distance runner i've become

wind walks within me now
i blow silent truth like
yellowed leaves travelling down streets
i feel so alone
yet i still feel the weight
of love and depth
given to me like
so many cups of water
i run this race
feeling tears frame my eyes
i run this race
feeling burning daggers
begging me to stop in my sides
i run this race
dripping with the remnants
of past pain present fear
and future sorrow
i run this race
not to finish
but to win back my dreams.

untitled 10.15.08

her beauty
makes the blind weep
with tears of joy
that become castles of longing
travelling on fall winds.