Affections Written in blood Or are these afflictions? It’s becoming hard To tell the difference; To understand these emotions Bathed in scarlet Wishes kept secret Inscribed In the stoic, unbroken lines Probed by searching fingers Desperate To understand The cryptic messages Left behind By a weary heart
When love comes It isn’t with the arrival Of skittish butterflies Teeming in effervescent flight; But more than that It rests, sublime In the lingering, intense heat Of an intricate intaglio Branded upon your heart That you never truly realized Was there all along…
An idyll flowers From the bud of a daydream Where oblivion awaits Beyond the obsidian trenches Of a deep lethargy Flushing out the fluorescent streams Of office lights; Shrinking the hectic clatter Of trilling phones and clamoring voices To diminutive drips of sound Lost in the rippling spread Of a purple pastel escape Slipping through the seams Of imagination To collect in a pool Trickling from her open mouth At her desk
Their eyes follow her; Parasites stuck to her back Boring beneath the dermis To burrow themselves Within the gel-soft nucleus Holding together the photons Centering her world Which spin and jerk; Helter-skelter off its axis Even after she’s long fled their sight
Those eyes Bulge from the shadows Blinking from the walls With wispy lashes that droop Over their soulless yet intent gaze; So much scarier Than the disembodied voices That often whisper cold and eerie nothings At her back Because these eyes Watch her with indiscernible scrutiny Open to her own paranoid judgments That leave her screaming and sobbing into the night Begging the darkness To leave her alone Though it embraces her With a quiet, unyielding sympathy
Office desks neatly arranged With plastic dividers set between Establishing a new formality; A new etiquette to observe Social distancing Mirroring the fences often built To protect property from idle trespass But this demarcation goes beyond Health guidelines These new borders have been made To keep me at arm’s length Away from those With an apparent dislike for me Though I’m polite And greet others With a cordial smile While stumbling through a language That still awkwardly sits on my lips I am disregarded many times Pointedly ignored by those around me Exchanging pleasantries With an obvious, saccharine flair To treat me as the unseen air Making me aware of this curious disdain And though I don’t mind These deliberately forged fences My only question Is why?
Sometimes it’s all too quick The way life whirls in a blur A kaleidoscope spinning out of control Carried on a cheetah’s back In bursts of chaotic speed Only winding down For a gasp of calm Rattled by frenetic gales Shoving the world back into a frenzy; Earthquakes Riots Carnage Frustration and grief Rent the air Shattering the sun In splinters of red We’ve had enough! We want it to end! When will it end? Our throats bled raw Chords snapped and frayed In sorrow and despair Until there are no more tears Left to cry The doves Are nowhere to be found The olive branches Have withered to brittle twigs And all that’s left Are the carcasses of hope Rotting at our feet