In Between

Awash with darkness,

in this room

where raindrops array on windows

like musical notes

and outside the rain breaks into song,

time lulls between us

and silences words

while you in your Sartre

and I in Borges immerse

till the moments lose

themselves in shadows

and leave footprints in us

In your fist, snared,

my life

choked

till the end of breath

but

trapped, though it were,

my love escaped.

The pin pricks

of lost days

smuggled themselves

into this moment.

In the blink of an eye

scars reappeared

as the soul lay beneath the rocks.

Trampled. Writhing. Trapped.

And then forever

Still. Still. Death.

Defined

That was then.

The secret rendezvous in the diffused moonlight

the long silence of sighs and stolen glances,

the play of silhouettes on the whitewashed walls,

and your breath whispering to me.

And now.

As our life arranges itself like a Courbet painting,

no more the sighs or glimpses or shadow play

setting our romance free

For no more do I need an alibi, love
'cause you already breathe in me.

Tea-cup full

SitLets’ talk banter—fatuous, vacuousthis will mean more to metomorrow,later, in a memoryDon’tLet’s not philosophizethis cup of tea doesn’t demand it,nor do I.Only fill it with silence.EnoughSense is creeping in,we have moved to another moment;no more this.Until another hello.