Sorefly

it’s enough I see
your eyes
past fluid shoulders
languages rendered dark
upon sight
your hands are gifted
with the power
to mislead
are no match
to your wellsprings
of light

Sandra Smiles

(illustration by Sandra Chi)

The rain never stops for Sandra.
It gets too excited with her smile.
Let foreign invaders pose their art,
let native collaborators prance their dance –-
don’t let Sandra smile,
it is the end of romance,
or the beginning of revolution,
the breaking of idols, the falling of gods.

From on high, angels sigh,
scatter seeds of confusion & inspiration –-
the silence of sacrifice.
Hearts on slabs, wheels on fire.
The gentlest of touches,
the wispiest of dews;
all bear witness to the promise blank.

Men never tire of the chase,
Bear witness to desperate disparate deeds.

Sandra smiles.
Anything exists.

The Rain Falling

The rain falling
on everything
is the only sound
I would like to hear,
drowning out thoughts,
killing the feeling.
Falling down and falling
in love again
are the same.
You feel pain,
regret too late.
You are in this
for the pleasure,
ending up
with the torment.
Your soul feels
the warmth
of hell’s flames
nipping at your feet.
She was always like this, sweet and bitter in equal woman-child parts.
You sought to play, never expecting to pay the price of a flood of fear
and lust. The rain keeps falling. I can still hear my heart beat.

Twice

(For Gift)

Bitten, my loves, bit,
ate their hearts
Out, over a jewel they are not: cannot be, have.
Had felt it just twice in six.
Years go by like
so many sweet spells.
Sour fuels, nervous energy
keep me running.
I stumble & don’t notice,
too late, too deep, the wound –
Smiles & bleeds.
I fight & get worse.
I hurt & curse. We fight.
Have I fought enough for peace, for friends, for trust, for tranquility?
For complacence, I don’t do anything.
The feeling runs its own course.
One does not notice until it’s beside you.
Neck to neck, heart to heart.
You can’t keep hungry hearts apart.
Born to run, afire from the start.
Corny is just another word
For love’s the truth.
Told her.
Went for broke.
Nothing & all.
Wasted.
Was that all there was to it?
Get close, then get lost?
Spilt, nothing saved.
The floor’s still cold.
Warm, as long as the sun stays.
It will go away, for sure.
One got away in silence,
three years stretched.
One about to,
Go away. Away, yeah, away.
Scat!
Twice bitten, I died. I die. I keep on dying.
Damn death deadbeat heart hurts.