Pillow Poetry

Let me lay with Sleep-
He is the last man who shall claim me tonight.
I have grown weary of
Twirling around
The heart that is clung to the hem of my skirt,
The other that is snagged in the train of a stocking,
And another unhung from the strap of my bra
Black with the secrets of a million humiliations.
Only Sleep can quieten this whore of words
And bleed the tongue of all language but Truth.

To an Ancient Love

I have taken a step ahead
With your heart still freshly shattered
Beneath the other foot.
Mercy begs my many graces
To cite to our verses
In the bibliography of
My well drawn out second Act.
Your Gospel by which
My eyes were raised in Womanhood
To meet a life that was once meant for us-
A life I now spend in another man's arms
And call it home.
I have taken a step ahead
With your heart still freshly shattered
Beneath the other foot-
With this I shed the memory of all the pain,
With this the bliss tinted Polaroids will also fade.
I leave you only with words
Like a fallen husk
When the seed is lost.

Atop a Cloud of Pillows

With the silvery pale moonlight
Twisting like ribbons through the leaves,
Binding us to be one
Under the sheltered canopy-
Where our love
Is neither a secret nor a song
But just the truth
Stealing itself into
The corners of our smile.