two poems, allan rex

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