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The Undoing

Long after I’m drunk on the taste of various lips,
I ask myself why I can never seem to forget the taste of one.
If only my lips could stop trembling in someone else’s mouth,
like they weren’t the kind of valleys
any pilgrim could cross.
If only I could stop trying to look for you Among faces I will never know.
I do not know how to convince
my heart to stop loving you.
I have been told over and over again
That life will eventually start making sense,
But somehow I’m still caught up in this storm.
If only one day, I could stop looking for you in my poems.
If only I could realize
you were never meant to be put on paper.
But,
If one day,
should we be,
would you undo?

Now and then

I think of you now and then
Often between flashing lights
And worlds that make me stay;
I wonder if you think of me
If you remember
how I like my coffee bitter.

Do you remember?

Are you still there,
At the place that was only ours?
Do you visit it often,
Like I do
Hoping to find another undusted conversation?

I miss you,
So I think of you now and then.

What used to be

I see her these days,
creases of her
once pretty smile
still rusty on her face

Our relationship
the most conventional
the user and the used;
somehow
has been pushed
under floor rugs and
inside shelves.

Her touch,
the most important
ritual of my day;
like it wouldn’t been
completely insane
to worship her

I
no longer
am the Used,
now.
And even
as I say this,
my body
misses her kinda love,
the kind
who knows not to lie.

Now, I remember
how
time never heals
and
love always fades.

My moon

Everyone looks at the moon, he says.
Reminding me
To breathe;
To
Hold on
A little longer;
To
Reclaim what
Has only been ours.

Love /lnv/
Verb:
Falls in place
At 4am in the morning
Like blowing smoke rings
In a half asleep street.

Everyone looks at the same damn moon,
He says.

So I look at mine.

Walking on water past midnight

There’s a familiar longing tonight;

For a lover trapped in the glass figures of my mind.

A longing for a time as old as my memory.

I think about my old lover

as I sleep next to a strange man

a small room in a mediterranean setting

an old camera gathering dust on a dirty shelf

stale cigarettes and the smell of musk

take me to him;

my old lover.

Even if only for a fleeting moment,

I remember my old man’s untidy balcony

and how both of us fit in perfectly.

I remember how close our hands were

and how it took him an hour to hold them

like love to us was

only to watch the clouds settle

in the sky.

I don’t remember the face of my lover anymore

I remember only the love

I remember how it made me feel

I remember it was the kind

that made time stop still

like floating on water

past midnight.

I remember my old love, now;

only past midnight.

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