You could be my triple word score

To the girl of her words, two letters divide us. And another four unite us. Those letters spell out to reveal the word, “lover”. Knowing this changes everything. It changes this letter. Let me begin again. Beloved, I know your name and I know you by your words. But you are still a stranger. You…

You cannot forget what is beautiful

I met her just twice. Light banter, heavy thumps of heart beat. Wit. Candour. Verbal jousts. I always win those. And everything that follows, I lose. There wasn’t going to be any more. There couldn’t possibly be. But I always wish and hope in the bleakest of bets that a tide may turn for once…

One year of without

  There are some nights that the thought of you or even your name do not leave the sleeve of my shirt alone. It pulls like a kitten. Tonight is like that. I no longer question if it is you trying to reach me, to communicate. I am flooded with desire to see you. To…

Free

“Not everything is about you,” I used to say to her, indignant at her unfailing ability to make the world revolve around her as the center.¬†And who knew it then, that in the midst of my self-preservative defense, I spoke the truth. Desire, you know, is a funny thing. You think it is all about…

Catharsis

  In its primordial avatar, the act of catharsis brought¬†one release and relief. Purging, purifying, and expunging the unwanted. But I still want you. How then do I walk the line of fire and let myself emerge whole? You cannot leave because I won’t let you. So why write? Why bleed over the keyboard and…

Seed

A seed is where it all begins. An arm brushing past yours at a summer party. A look exchanged and then hurriedly denied across a room. The sillage of cologne that belonged to the man who was just here before you. How do you find him now? Put out a missed connection ad? Leave it…

Letter to the girl who would become an architect

There was a time I used to write letters. I would write one a day, sometimes, more. I would write with anything I could find; pens and pencils, with crayons, eye liner pencils, chalk, charcoal, markers, permanent and impermanent. It didn’t matter. It was a time when love seemed temporal, words eternal. Perhaps not much…

Come back for me.

    Let’s do this one last time. Find me. Let me find you. Let’s grow up together. Let’s make mistakes. Let’s make believe with other people. Let’s find our way back to each other. Marry me. Have my children. Have five. And let me love each day for every lifetime I have been denied…

Waiting to be the octopus

Now you have known what overcomes me since you have been in my life. You have heard and read and seen the words of desire and lust, of needs made into language in your absence. You have known my bloody hunger, tasted the bitter desert of my thirst and experienced the continuous throb of my…