I sleep better

I sleep better in the dark
In the dark that blinds
The soot that tricks the eye
A sleep without sleep

The dark that sits
On a chair in the corner
Eager to listen
To the gush
And the slicing sound
Of a heart on the verge
Of cracking itself to death

To a heart inflamed
Bursting into itself
With things that burn
Crashing into its folds
A million times
Reciting its own pain

I sleep better
Without sleep
When weeping has a veil
When the screaming rolls
In silent volumes
Quiet thunders

Until the light licks the room
And I’m ready to mimic it
Into another day
Until I return
To the darkness
That has buried me
Over and over
And over

Lovers

There are lovers whose arms are

Mornings coated with gay songs,

The splendour of laughing colours,

Toasted slices clad in melting butters,

Trays crowded with cakes and creams

Extra sugars drowning in teacups,

Scents from the pores of blushing roses,

Glowing leaves of pregnant trees,

And pleasures riding the back of a fresh breeze.

Then other lovers, whose arms are

The shortest days and longest nights,

And foggy windows blurring the obvious.

Hands wearing gloves of the kind of frost

Too thick to rub the skin of a desperate lover,

Veins choking with solid rivers,

That never reach icy seas of a numb breast.

Mouths full of blizzards stuck between the teeth

Shivering kisses from the cracks of frigid lips.

There’s a snowstorm blasting through the door,

Lend a coat for my poor heart,

My lover must be home.

This Week’s Poetry: Body Hair

Body Hair

From: milk & honey by Rupi Kaur

“the next time he

points out the

hair on your legs is

growing back remind

that boy your body

is not his home

he is a guest       

warn him to

never outstep

his welcome again”

milk and honey

“removing all the hair

off your body is okay

if that’s what you want to do

just as much as keeping all the hair

on your body is okay

if that’s what you want to do

You belong only to yourself

milk and honey