love in eight folds II
poems
ONE Pier’s end, my pace slows. A man screams "COLD" then meets my eyes in bashfulness. Breath turns into frost, leaving my lungs. The next one is as warm as the one before. We don’t need all the leaves to fall onto the ground to know autumn is gone. TWO For five minutes, rain has turned into snow. I watch from under the awning at the bus stop. Falling lightens up. Heaviness rests on a state of change. THREE I found your olive beanie on my couch. On it, dark curly hair. So much ado, falling in love. Could this be how we stay in love? Pieces of each other, knitted, keeping warm. FOUR if language is message to-be-known / then / impress is the truest mother tongue / the warm sun on your skin / smile because you feel it / smile because we are bodies galaxy-bound / you next to me / laugh because i am so happy / lips soften because you are the one i want / sometimes, we can’t help but tear open our heart / from loving / but never too hard / from giving / but never too much / emptiness is depth / you must believe FIVE My friend is talking. I am mesmerized. She has beautiful eyes and lashes that bloom like flowers. SIX In your room, I open the closet to bury my face in your shirts, bottling up until I can no longer. At the store, I pick up Loyd tomato & roasted garlic sauce and break down because it’s our pasta sauce. On the train, the sky is dyed pink from the morning’s rain. All journeys lead to eternity, disguised as an end. SEVEN I’m not letting go if you don’t. But sometimes, to hold on, we must let go and shake off the white knuckles, trust that we'll do better next time. EIGHT You are a gift to me, and the gift keeps giving. Written from 11/18 - 30
