Eclipse of the Heart \\ Diaspora \\ Solitude

Eclipse of the Heart

In the dark
Of my mind’s night
I return to
Your calloused hands, your body
Undone in its searching arms
The one who taught me
To bear the black throat
Burn of bourbon
Sleeping beside you
I realise that
Hunger is who we are
Under a black lacquered moon

Diaspora

For at least a minute
I had discovered
your smell on the pillow
these are moments
soon after
that I bear for now
in a raft of these words
I call poetry

Solitude

It all begins
With a single breath
Leading to a place
where Memory resides
Packed up in a box
With those dusty
Black and white photographs
This is a trick
You perform
Only with words
Nothing grows thinner
Than your own disguise