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Mirror...

Maybe you saved me
Flame almost blown out
By the slightest cold breeze
The stone shoulders
That I brushed against
For so long before
Had finally 
Left their mark on me
And I 
A tall iced sculpture
Was shattered
Diamonds 
On the ground
Melting away
To a puddle 
To be stepped in
The wet 
Temporary luster
Reflecting
Clear skies
But you,
You saw yourself in me
And I
Was no longer
A mirror
Upon a wall
That no one
Listened to,
How beautiful you are
The fairest
In all the land
To me...
APAD13 - 087 © okpoet

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A Loud Girl

It all gets blocked out

(by this infatuation)

striking with

percussive cussing

slapping sparks

around my head.

I'd digress,

but there is nothing

on my mind right now;

except her breath,

and the faint sound

of her heart beat.

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glassine

those stars in
your eyes
have
set fire
to my lungs
and burnt
every word
that creeps
into
my
throat
before I can
declare

 

I don't know
why it
matters
now;
you can't
hear me
through
the love songs
blaring
up
the
canals

 

and
where I'm standing
feels
giant,
like
I'm looking
down on
all
the
loveless
souls
with
regret for
their
spaces

 

my grave
grew packed
and cold
having
walked so far
away
from
death;
the rain
kept my
eyelashes
matted and bruised,
now they
see
all the things
I held over
in the
rear
view

 

 
I have
chain-linked
arms
and clasped
fingers
in the feathers
and the
smoke
is
winding
and the sighs
are
light and airy
where
there is
only
bayou dreams
and
glassine offerings 



we slept
through the
night
and
created the
day;
moon-spent
wishes
and
cotton-soaked
sweetness
collided;
but lo!
time
never
stopped.

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“I love you, but -”

I’m not going anywhere you said
before you left me.
You say I’m always here and
you are right -
you are always there.
If you need to talk
I’ll listen you say,
and say,
and say.