On a day like this
on noons like this, i used to sleep.
then she would roll the blinds,
and we were two caged animals.
our burned paws resting after worlds.
on rains like this, i too used to drip.
a runnel through the condense.
dripping and forming on her puddles.
a leaving effervescence in her heat.
on dusks like this, we used to
plant, plant other on other.
laying bare ,eating earth.
our love soiled in the wettest earth
on nights like this, i used to write.
write into her,cuddling with words.
weaving with the night, a poem
i hung them on her shoulders.
on dawns like this, i used to be awake.
awake as a silent drizzle on the stillness of her morning.
a soul raining out of the love
clad, clouded night she veiled.
now on noons like this
weaned off her,i have the sea.
it is then the crow casts a shadow.
the burned eyelashes of a lover the sun plucked.
sun and water soon
i know i have been dead long back
worked myself on some angel wing and rained
been strumming songs in your hearts ramp
now,there is a rhythm flowing
music in my dying breath
water is in a vase and i am losing flowers
raked in the sun they have all dried
i watched as you won the sun back
and burnt my shadow black ,
it ran away into the decades
where the sun still bellows
and my very rhythm flows
and water will be there anon
take a breath, i do not have a memory
i have stomped the flowers
i have walked the sun
-allan rex
on noons like this, i used to sleep.
then she would roll the blinds,
and we were two caged animals.
our burned paws resting after worlds.
on rains like this, i too used to drip.
a runnel through the condense.
dripping and forming on her puddles.
a leaving effervescence in her heat.
on dusks like this, we used to
plant, plant other on other.
laying bare ,eating earth.
our love soiled in the wettest earth
on nights like this, i used to write.
write into her,cuddling with words.
weaving with the night, a poem
i hung them on her shoulders.
on dawns like this, i used to be awake.
awake as a silent drizzle on the stillness of her morning.
a soul raining out of the love
clad, clouded night she veiled.
now on noons like this
weaned off her,i have the sea.
it is then the crow casts a shadow.
the burned eyelashes of a lover the sun plucked.
sun and water soon
i know i have been dead long back
worked myself on some angel wing and rained
been strumming songs in your hearts ramp
now,there is a rhythm flowing
music in my dying breath
water is in a vase and i am losing flowers
raked in the sun they have all dried
i watched as you won the sun back
and burnt my shadow black ,
it ran away into the decades
where the sun still bellows
and my very rhythm flows
and water will be there anon
take a breath, i do not have a memory
i have stomped the flowers
i have walked the sun
-allan rex
