I cannot memorise love

The flower opens its petals

and a fire begins

deep within the navel

the blood drop is

always three dimensional

and opaque

not letting me see

beyond

your eyes are blood shot

and you say

I have been awake since

godawefull days

my tongue peeps out

as a drop oozes out of

my thumb

I am no longer a

child

who will

suck the hurt away

The fire still burns within the

navel

your eyes stoke them

ever so slowly

I sway back and forth

learning the lines

by heart

and I find that I can not

memorise

love

nor passion

that the flower wilts

as my memory fails

I look for a nail to hang my

memory

to learn to tie knots

to remind me

and unlearn thousand other

trivial things

that will help me

learn love

once more

love is like hawk flying solo in the open sky

I touch your shadow behind the ears and smell your touch on my eyes and still I don't love

the river curves along the earthen bowl , shimmers and laughs but doesnot touch and still I don't love

The night is smooth like froth on the rim of your lips like life that hovers at the edge and still I don't love

don't ever laugh away my words that drop inside me slowly along the inners touching me all over

It rains all the time all the time and I write with my pink lipstick on the window pane still I do not love

for love is a lonely thing like a hawk flying solo in the open sky

smoking thru the charcoal fire

I pour a teaspoon
add a fistfull , show a flicker
of a flame

my body curves
the limbs twine
around the charcoal smoke

I put a finger
on my lips
I spit a little on my thumb
I curse a wish

The fish turns its fins and
smiles




my stomach heaves in hunger
passed on by ancestors
who hunted bison
and plucked at roots
and caught fishes thru the spear

The fish turns and says
smoking thru the charcoal fire
I am that
hunger
and I am that quencher
that lives on
across the universe

A drop of honey pounding the night

I crush a bit of pepper ,add some herbs, a leaf of basil , a drop of honey , a slice of ginger and crush them together .. you look over my shoulders , lift a tendril , kiss the nape just behind the shell ears , flick a tongue along the line .. and we cook a meal ..together.

I had a glass of wine and a puff of cigarette and found the smoke blended well with the sweet smell of wine , blended well with the tipsy zany feel of feeling light and feeling heavy , of eyelids drooping , shading and hiding my pleasure of sleeping with you again tonight .

why you are thousand miles away ? pounding the pepper with the basil ? and you forgot the one single drop of honey again ..

chair beneath the tree

The chair sat beneath the tree

soaking up the sun

waiting

while the sun dips behind the

toes

a dash of lime

adds the sting to the

setting sun

one more day

goes off to sleep

and I wake up in the dark

suck at life , the lemon wedge

burnt up at the edges , crusted with salt

the rim rubs against ny lips

the photographer shouts

stop , freeze , hold

I got to capture this moment

let the silver nitrate burn the image

remember those cave inscriptions

of matchstick men chasing wild boar

with pointed spears

raised arms in mock celebration

of victory

why should then the chair sit all by itself

lonely

by the tree

don't mock , don't laugh

for I know not how to forgive

or forget

all sounds and all words remain with me

as I hear the school bell ringing

someone picks me up and dusts off the salt

rimmed at my lips

I smile brightly and say

thank you thank you