dungeon

struggle to eliminate
the vain, the petty
fights, the thick inches
of dust covering the
most-loved furniture
in your secret room;

all ghosts are hiding.
they desire to re-appear
when you’re at peace.

2021

the after

all
fingers are pointing at me,
eyes are full of judgment,
and

i
left the room
with several toxic
phantoms roaming
in my mind.

2021

chimera

you
flicker your malediction
and i’m transformed,

turned
me like a
beldam, skid and skinny.

your
fiery breath is
a curse.

from
the ground i can
shoot you.

from
the ground i can
defeat you.

2021

Valentine

We watched the circus, without glasses of wine.
Stumbled on little witches on the ground.
Your morning, my evening, we have thousand stars.
Time being together is better than plastic and bottles.

2021

stoic

said that of an old fisherman,
on a night of silvery silhouette:
“what we are and what we become
is not an agony of the past, but a
root of a tree, of papers where all
the great knowledge of the minds
are written truthfully to tell us
how to walk on bare feet without
hurting our soles from the thorns
and thistles.”

2021

your only lover

i’m not a lover with lip service. i’m a lover you don’t ignore.
i’m inexplicably in love with you, fearlessly putting my heart and
head before any force defeats my purpose.

i love you. and no amount of explanation can equate the
proof of what i feel. it’s more than just the ideal thoughts.
i’m seemingly your only lover who endures until we grow old.

2021

out from the underground

i tiptoed silently,
exited in turmoil from
your room.

i’ve known
your secrets. they
poisoned the knowledge
written by crafted hands.

i stood frozen
as i shut your door.

only one thing remained
in my head. i’ve to wait.
time won’t be selfish.

and things will get better.
you will get better.
we will get better this year.

2021

underground

i
entered your room
and the mouth of a
dragon burned me
to ashes.

your
secrets are gathered
in hell.

your secrets tasted
like metals.

your secrets
have abolished your
ethereal beauty.

2020

too far from the thin horizon

i decline.
you decline.
they sensationalize.

we have the wrong image.
we both know who we really are.
our identities fade from their minds.

2020

in the cabin

you keep the horses.
you keep the guns.
you keep the blood.
you keep the hue.
you keep the truth.

2020