Confession No.63

are you out there

standing on a balcony

taking another drag 

from that damn nicotine stick

with love on your lips

hate in your eyes

magnified by the artificial rush.

This Bubble.

In this moment

of time

this little bubble

molded to every creases

planes and curves

a ball of pressure

burns as bright as

a nebula

hidden to the naked eye

but the waves

of power radiates in the molecules

of air between us

affecting in the tiniest ways

an osmosis of emotions and cells

the nebula divides unequally

spreading the weight

pulling us down to our knees

as the emotions

fill the space

beyond this bubble.

In All Honesty.

Give me a little ledge of bargain;
Not to plead or beseech.
But to spread out the reasons upon reasons in favour,
And to burn the reasons upon reasons against the thought of me for you.

Wipe the ashes down your skin,
And press the ember upon your soles,
As you watch my little ledge.

Give me a little slice of attention;
Not to feast upon or devour.
But to carefully and slowly spread every inch of time
Over these words that tumbled, escaped and slipped from heart to mouth

Such fragility formed upon cracks in that heart:
The heart that craves a little slice.

Give me a small measure of respect,
Not fake endearment or genuine hatred;
For in all honesty, that is what I need.

20 November 2013

She sashays life

Like a Parisian runway

Toast of the show

In colours of the rainbow

That glitters with confidence

Radiant as the sun.