hope, oh hoopoe
Carved slices of inspiration from yellow Spanish sun
imbibing whirling words born of this hazy, lazy peace
the hoopoe hopes I hear his whooping cry of help
I hark it, friend, and eat it hungry, up with sprinkles
of warmth, the drizzles of sunkissed lizard skitters
and so I lasso swooping playful parakeets with
cerebral gossamer threads and ride high with them
flying aside their vivid green feathers in azure skies
shimmers fade gentle to dusk, chill night's creeping
bright blue turns to purples shot red, as if bruised by
hurt inflicted by busy locals numb to daily treasures
taken for granted, another brilliantine day ignored
resulting scars smear, besmirching sky’s toil and spark.
all whilst this solo man wrenches tentacle clutching
steely coils and clock springs lose grip, loosening and
unwinding to turn languid and lax. Oiled with wine
crushed of local grapes, the crux of nearby rich soil
fecund fruits that nourish earth with beauty, bounty
mediterranean. And sit I, among the whisper voices
distant dogs lamenting the strut of far stray cats
alone amid it all, invisible roots darting down
into ancient strata. By myself yet so full, fulfilled
love and life course through my veins, my carbon
spiked grey metal memories sluffed and cast asunder
break on rubble and bones of umbilical humdrums.
life flows by sonder, relinquishes, and settles at last.
how she loves you
this is how she loves you:
she loves you on sunny mornings, when she calls you on the phone while brewing her usual cup of hellishly strong coffee.
she loves you on rainy mornings, too - when she sends you messages in capslock with angry emojis, lecturing you on how stupid you were to run around in a rainstorm just to "have some fun".
she loves you with no trace of holding back, no ounce of hesitation. she craves you like she craves air, water, and internet connection.
she loves you as passionately as the sunshine on a scorching summer day, and every step you take towards her sets her blazing. she loves you so much it could burn you to ashes.
she loves you like the moonlight, a glittering light in the midst of the darkness. she loves you like she's picked out all the stars in the evening sky just to make sure that there would never be a monent when your universe wouldn't be filled to the brim with light.
she loves you on your best days. she loves you on your worst ones, too.
she loves you like a moth to a flame, coming so dangerously close even when she's fully aware that it would destroy her wings.
in case you didn't know, i'm telling you now.
she loves you like this.
and yet, you chose to leave.
you said her love wasn't enough.
you said you wanted a love as wide as the galaxy,
but you fool, she was already the entire universe.
you were just a fleeting comet that never really intended to stay.