Submissions by M-E

Its been almost three suns,
two book spines,
and an unresponded text,
since last time we spoke.
You were in China
and you came back with a dragon on your skin.

How do you say in chinese: I love you.
Nevermind. The feelings I hold are too lame, and too late.

Maybe its me.
I waited till lockdown to spill the content of my heart

All the understanding, the concernes and future fears
The facades, and the prosthetic ears

I speak in my plastic cup
And you came and cut the string
While you hide secrets under...

So mystic, sympathetic are the colors
Of the horizon
May it wash these maiden hearts
Moving out from this motherly soil

The writhings I cannot control
The riots of the mind, and
The body of the soul

Letters of the tomb
Throb in the cavity beneath my ribs
The longing flow and ebb on my shores
This sentimental sofa is flowering
Home-showering my man-womb

But it doesn’t roseate
And the house don’t reanimate the dead

Sometimes there are no piercing words
Such as the unspoken ones
They find ways...

First, there was a leaf
And it sailed on a stream
Sailed far away, as a paper boat
Floating in my dreams
As strangers by the sidewalk
Drifting away, and astray

There is no way
You and I, hear each other
With these silent poems, unsent letters
Flowers with no scent
Turns to be fire
And there goes her bloom into the boom

And the bus is burning
With her feet spread on the seat
In the front, as flames expire on her skin
With smears of oil and coal
And a noose tighten on her throat
With beads of sweat...