Dream

Dream

by | Jun 3, 2024 | Poetry

Her toes tease the pull my feet lay idle on
I am drawn by almond clefts that claim eyes
Saw a scene I can’t recall.

I want to touch her, is she soft?
Or are her fingertips calloused with the earth’s dirt she doesn’t bother shed?

I crouch to her level, fumbling for a dialogue that can gauge her attention
undivided at the skies instead.

I wonder then perhaps, does she find me beautiful?
She doesn’t hold a gaze to my face,
Maybe I am unimpressive then

 

My hand grapples a weight latched to my chest,
but is catching cloth that clings to trembling skin
I’m terrified of you
Till dainty fingers lace themselves around mine
I want to hold you
I want you to like me
We can’t.

 

Then I wake and she’s gone
At the pit of my chest like residual tar
because she wasn’t meant to be here
She was destined for the beautiful part of a daydream
And me bones with flesh to evolve farther apart from her

this poem captures a moment in a dream where i met my younger self. i found that i admired her but she was indifferent toward me. the more we gained proximity and interaction, the more detached she became. it is hence a piece of admiration toward what i used to be and the inability to understand what i have become today.

Letter On Her Back

by | Apr 1, 2023 | Poetry

In a moment such as this, I entertain a fleeting thought
So dense that I am overwhelmed
Where she asks me to hold her to sleep and I think I could quite simply die here and not mind it at all.
I wonder why I’d think such a thing, but it’s not a thought to dishearten
It’s an instance of peace so grand I could settle in it
Limit morality for its suspension.
But she asked me to write on her back
So I began with this thought at the base of my tongue
And drew her a letter on her back
She asks me, are you really writing something?
I nod yes
She asks me what it is
I tell her I’m writing her a letter
but when she wants to hear it I refuse
I know I’ll confess it to her one day
But today I’d like it to stay on her skin.