Harmattan

how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?

too often we forget that the light casts shadows
and that her rays do burn sometimes
and her beams blind as they illuminate
that the devil is an angel too

sweet little devil with the broken halo
kissed me lonely and let me go
kissed me lonely and made it so
sweet little devil with the broken halo

how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?

after feeling her rays spill on me like the rain
after hearing her lips spill out my name
after tasting the sweet bitterness of her kiss


she smiled like the rain
don't ask me how.
but it washed over you,
it took you over.
i always find myself writing about her smile.
she was a writer's wet dream;

one could never capture her essence on paper.

but something about her compelled you to try.

so every now and again i find myself trying to do justice to the way how she brought out the sun.

the way she laughed made a man desire to change his life's mission -
'cause surely there could be no higher calling than making sure those bursts of heaven came in steady supply.


and i find myself rambling sometimes
whenever she deigns to trespass in my state of unsconsciousness
because for all her magic, she is not welcome here anymore

how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?

I've since been trying to figure this out
but i do not know how to not need her
i have never been one for moderation

i do not fall
i plummet
i do not bleed
i haemorrhage

this liquor burning through my belly holds no answers it seems
this burning in my lungs solves nothing it seems
pale imitations of the sun do not suffice it seems


how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?

I do not know.


but you left...
...and it's been cold here ever since





#TMA