The Red Hibiscus

I give you
One last gift
From the heart –
/
A wild flower
The color
Of blood;
/
For my beautiful words
All turned out
To be false,
/
The mad thoughts in my head
But played games
With us both,
/
And my hands and my feet
Had a plan
Of their own…
/
There’s left in me but one
Piece of magic
And truth –
/
With the rest of me rotten,
It finally
Bloomed –
/
So at last I can give you
The gift
Of my heart –
/
This wild flower
The color
Of courage and love

The Black Hole

I lost myself in your embrace

That with each passing day grows tighter;

My bones are breaking, my heart fails;

So close you hold me,

Your light burns like scorching heat;

It blinds me, and I see it as impenetrable darkness;

/

I am so tired of my fears,

I am exhausted by my weakness,

I hate it that I am so often sorry

And that I rarely know what I am seeing;

When you have crushed me into naught,

And thus accepted my surrender

/

The chaos that I am of thoughts of feelings

Will rest at last inside the deepest of black holes;

Then, only you and I will know

How in your arms I’d kicked, and begged and cursed

Mourning my self –

My only loss