April 20 - Mission

You carry her into the ocean
where the melody of the water
is an alien's encounter; buried
in the layers of the waves, you

reach the bed where roots
are planted deep and the landscape
is a burst of fireworks and the fire
is like the end of the world.

April 19 - Haiku (Cherry Blossoms/Moon)

Pink Cherry Blossoms
Moon and lanterns light the sky
Bind and mesmerize

April 18 - I See No Colours (5)

I see your lips,
the taut redness,
bursting at the seam
like a tight cheongsam
with just the right tension
to hold the lust in,
weaving wisdom into balls
of thread that slowly unreel
into cinematic views
of a dove

April 17 - Don't Leave

The sea seeks consent to confuse my mind.
I find solace in the warmth of the wine.
I want you to hold me, love me today.
I don't want you to leave, please stay.

Oh, please don't leave.

The waves play a game of touch and go,
tapping my bones and filling the hollow.
I want you to hold me, kiss me and stay,
to love me fully just for today.

Oh, please don't leave.

The insects hum and embrace the sky.
The wind haunts the night and cries bye-bye.
The girl warmth with tears and wine,
wants to say you're mine, you're mine,
wants you to just hold her today,
to stay and never go away.

Oh, please don't go away.

April 16 - Migraine

Nerves strung tight
like guitar strings.
Each strum played
tic-tac on the bones
and lightning flashed
like a ghost
stabbing the eyeballs.

April 15 - Envy

Green fills up your body and blasts
like heavy metal in your ears
as you watch the bees buzzed
around her the whole day.

While you, a damn caterpillar
trapped in your cocoon,
lie naked and waiting
for the miracle of her touch.

April 14 - I See No Colours (4)

I see your nose;
the slight turn at the tip
carries the spirit of death
like a cowboy in a showdown,
fingers fused to the trigger,
ready to spin black into white
at a wriggle and a twinkle
that can hang up stars
or split a nation like splitting
of personalities.

April 13 - She Remembers The Lime Tree

She rubs her knees and slowly gets up
from the chair. She sees her mother
in the garden, sitting on the lawn chair,
a pale shadow occupying the air.

She smiles and sits besides her.
The sun touches the lime tree
and gives each leaf a porcelain gloss;
she knows the realness is in the breaking.

She hugs her and their eyes
speak the language of the wind,
warm in her ears and carried
into her soul, almost hollow.

The wind parts the branches;
a leaf drops from the lime tree
and she tries to catch it
but it slips through her palm.

April 12 - She Remembers The Roses

She sips her coffee and looks out
the window where leaves are drifting
down the trees and the weather
is just starting to bite the bones.

She remembers the red roses
in the garden and the bouquet
he gave her, when life
was always spring and summer.

Sometimes, the sun was hot on their skin;
sometimes, the wind cooled them down.
But their passion was strong, and the night
always brought them together again.

But nights grew cold and petals fell
and rain could be negative even in spring.
Their days became tedious,
toiling one behind another.

She remembers trying to know
how a rose, fragrant and vibrant,
can be bred black and how anyone
would want that to happen.

She looks at her garden; the lime tree
had died and someone had planted
black roses. She knows
it will never be the same again.

April 11 - I see no colours (3)

I see your face;
the paleness of its language
speaks in tongues
the colours of spring,
forgets its own anger,
patches every field,
seeks every nook,
caresses every glass blade,
and hugs every tree,
to turn stings to kisses.