Friday, January 17, 2014


I want to undress you,
On paper with words,
:Like the morning undresses,
The shame of the night.
I have been struggling for words
And also with what to write,
How to write,
How to love,
How much to love.
What to say,

Create words to conceal
Say things to hide.
We run like river banks
And unspoken words flow in between.
Rushing by, gushing by
And not bridging the sighs
That light up our
Noons and nights.
I still struggle,
To Morse code my words to you.
I search for darkness,
In a darkened room.
And these lines,
Like aborted lives
Never sees the light of your eyes.