One of the best things

For a girl could be

Growing, growing 
and growing up
As a little heartbeat

In the hands of the
 first man of her life.

To become the replica
 of her father

Would be the best ever

Gift to her.

It would help

In his absence on few days,

The father’s day,

For instance.

Time travels 
only in one direction

But some of the
 thing could be hers

Only if he believed like her

That he was not his illness.

The god of stolen things

IT’S BIG ENOUGH 

TO  MAKE YOU FEEL SMALL

 WHEN YOUR MOTHER

CLOSES HER EYES AND 
QUIETLY WEEPS

BECAUSE SOME MEAN VILLAINS

BROKE INTO THE HOUSE

AND TOOK AWAY

HER LITTLE POSSESSIONS

KEPT IN THE TEMPLE

AT HOME.

SHE DOESN'T KEEP THEM

CLOSE FOR TOO LONG

AS THEY TOOK 

AWAY HER THINGS

AND NOT HER GOD.

HERE I JUST STITCH

THE WORDS OF DESPAIR

BECAUSE I THINK

I UNDERSTAND HER

SADNESS.

A touch of almost everything

My waist misses your hands

Squeezing it.

You may not know, but

There are rivers and

There are different countries

In your hands.

Using them, you create

A firework and sometimes

A layer of snowflakes.

Your hands are the

Most beautiful creation…

Those have been around

A little more than inside out.

And while I lie down

In a whatever room

The pages of the flapping

Calendar are rude enough

To remind me that it’s been

Twelve and a half days

Since you touched.

  

love angles know where they turn

MY GAZE COULD ONLY

HIT THE SIDE OF

YOUR FACE

WHEN YOU WERE

BUSY WARMING

YOUR EYES- UP

FROM HER BOBBY PINS

TO THE EDGE OF HER

YELLOW PUMPS.

I COULD NOT HELP

BUT SMILE

BEHIND MY EYES

AS SHE WAS BUSY TOO

CUPPING THE WINE GLASS,

FLUTTERING HER EYELASHES

AND DROPPING A DRY LAUGH

HERE AND THERE,

UNAWARE OF THE

FIXED LOOKS AT HER,

OF ENVIOUS ADMIRATION.

SHE SEEMED IN FACT LOST

MAYBE IN THE HIDDEN

PRESENCE OF SOMEONE

SHE LOVES.

HOWEVER IT’S FUNNY

TO SEE HOW YOU KEEP

YOUR SOUL ON SALE.

In bits and pieces

She had a body

half filled with

heavenly blunders

and half with

demonic duties.

She had a body

temporary with

permanent madness

that kept her

moist.

She had a body

that had been

to a few places-

open eyes, and a

chest with hell yes.

She had a body

that rolled around

in her favourite dress-

that came back from

only some.