Sikiliza

We are afraid of being in constant fear that tightening of the tummy The brace The weight of the other shoe drop. We are exhausted of catching the wind that skewered race at onset The chase A handful of hot nothingness We are dizzy from running circles that distortion of nowhere-ness The fall The journey with no destination We are in pain at the thoughts of an end that gives no say on our interment The erasure The violence of our queerness….. We will rise from the grave roving to torment your remaining days The haunt Eroding your wicked sanctimonious souls  

the last time you and I  saw the night sky i recall our song  the wind sang. i knew it would be  the last time i saw you. i stayed up late  watching the rise and fall  of your gentle breathing.  in the morning  clouds yielded  to the sun’s reign  golden streaks of warm slowly licked its glow  across your face  and the bare of your neck just like the kisses  i planted there hours ago you stirred ....sighed and shifted... leaning back as though to bask  in that glorious light you were most beautiful then eyes shut mouth in your halfway smile my final gaze of you i pulled back slowly away peeling off you  off your warmth that wrapped me  when around you it was cold outside that day perhaps its the cold  of when you are not here... i hum to forget ...