Sunday, April 27, 2014

Dirt

The railings are the black gallows
that bind me like a prisoner,
I look for the stars
wrote tales about our love
on the skin of the sky.
Once on this dust
I wanted to walk free
with you, melting
in my shadows
once I wanted to
give a name to this land
call it home


A place where our hearts 
would find a plae to stay
Once I gave the night a tear
and the frozen white moon
fell into its lap
Once I had written
in blood  the plagiarized promise
you made
The hooting horns
mock at me 
these blaring lights
blind my eyes
while I try to search
for your bones
in the speckles of this sand
you took away my stars 
and hid behind 
the clouds
The sky is now a nameless face
just like you.

Published in Poetry Quarterly Spring edition which is available here.

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