distilled lives~
packed in instant coffee
silence dripping over the counter
dishes wait in earnestness
bitter skies~
the taste of each season
hangs in mid sentence
being incomplete is
where yearning lives
in the corner of your heart
the side pocket of your pants
the inner sleeve of your tote
the zip sleeve of the wallet~
you live in bits
and breathe in gasps
with aching lungs
the pulse at the heart of your ache~
beats in odd numbers
synchronizing itself to the wall clock
you peel cool cucumbers
clocking yourself for precision
divided~
between lunch and dinner
and at sunset you will
pour yourself into a glass
of ginger water with half a lemon
squeezed to its last drop
rest against a tired wall
sip to vacant eyes
exhausted dreams
lost yearnings
memories of laughter
under a banyan tree
come flooding twilight
you smile
dark nights huddled together
warm your toes
you move them slightly
and they crack tiredness
the moon whispers your name
the sky bursts open into a thousand stars
despite the bitterness
that chokes the atmosphere
