The first time you touched my wrist
I said my blood followed a tide schedule,
at 3:17 every afternoon
it rushed so fast I could hear seashells in my veins.

I’d been swimming laps in the neighbor’s pool
since before I had teeth,
but only at night,
and only in my communion dress.
The chlorine was holy enough,
I didn’t need the priest.

My grandmother left a key
to a door in the middle of the river,
you had to hold your breath to use it,
behind it, a room lined with childhood voices and vices,
each one still asking if you’d come.

Once, I told you the scar on my knee
wasn’t from falling off my bike,
it was a map.
If you traced it right,
you’d end up back in the year we never met.

You laughed at the river key.
You swore the tide thing was real.
You said I had more interesting scars,
and I said all liars do,
which wasn’t a lie exactly,
just a matter of which wound got promoted.

You’ll never know which story was the anchor
and which was the chain,
but the boat is long gone,
the water keeps my name,
and the waves outrank us both.

You didn’t even try to swim.
You watched.
You waited.
You let me drown just to see if I would.

In the dimly-lit room,
Half covered with light and
Half consumed by the dark,
I lit my temptation with the fervour,
Veiling beneath the deco-ed curls
Of my late night paramour's
Circled love.
A little, though not ignorant,
I noticed the curled up
Hazy dreams of mine,
Dancing on the beats
Of my tinted,
Yet, pale sighs.
Tearing my skin off,
Naked I was, plucking every damasked petals
Of my aqueous thoughts.
Listening to the unrhymed rain-drops,
Singing in a rhythmical choir,
The mockery of the rhymed clock,
Seemed lucid and clear.
I tossed my ash-tray, burning my fear,
I tripped into my perpetual nightmare;
Getting ready for the concupiscent game With Tux on my grey carcass,
With cologne on my foul breath;
On my natal bed,
Shattering my pristine waterfall,
I was ******,
I was ****** to the liminality of hell.

White roses drench my
Red tinted heart; poems fall
Into the silence.

Come on baby, you know I need you so
Come on baby, you know I’m ready to go
Come on baby, you know I like it on top
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Come on baby, you know I love you so
Come on baby, we can do it fast or slow
Come on baby, I’m never going to stop
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Drop, flip and flop
Drop, flip and flop
Don’t ever want to stop

Come on baby, you know you want me so
Come on baby, you can put on a show
Come on baby, you can skip and hop
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Come on baby, let’s do it once more
Come on baby, you make me lose my mind
Come on baby, you can make it pop
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Drop, flip and flop
Drop, flip and flop
Don’t ever want to stop

Come on baby, you know I need some more
Come on baby, you know I like it on the floor
Come on baby, you know I like it a lot
Come on baby, you let’s drop, flip and flop

Come on baby, I like to drop, flip and flop
Come on baby, you know I never want to stop
Come on baby, I’ll let you get on top
Come on baby, let’s drop, flip and flop

Drop, flip and flop
Drop, flip and flop
Don’t ever want to stop

Ohh, Mother,
You once carried me in you.
The first definition of HOME.

Now, you look at me,
A pearl lost its shining.
The only thing
Gives you itches to your bones
Me living up to my own!
You only see
what I wear how I speak,
You only nod,
When my feelings come to your door.
Long ago, closed, with the caveat
Of leaving the host!
Now this house doesn't feel HOME.

"Cherry blossoms never bloom,
In the months of Summer", You said,
"Once on a Summer noon
An unwanted storm knocked
On your door".

An unwanted wind whispers to her mom,
"Why?!"

A child sleeps in neon static
his ribs spell passwords no one reads.
Coins blink on screens, not in palms.
A mother trades her breath for bandwidth.

They stitch worth in barcode veins,
souls archived in debt.

Yet
in the ruin’s hum,
a hand still reaches
not to take,
but to hold.