PAPER LOVE
I want more
than you are willing to give.
A thirsty child
at the mouth of a deserted tap,
I kiss
and try to suck out love that doesn’t flow
and look to see the colours you wouldn’t show
and seek to give you flowers we haven’t grown.
If I told you I knew the way,
I would have lied a thousand lies
for I do not know the way
that leads from where I stand
to thousands of places I want to take you.
I am an arrow and you are a moving target,
the eyes of a frightened bull.
My words fall on drums with the forgotten rhythm
of our once synchronized tachycardic arrhythmia
like rain drops falling on the lose skin of the gangan
which was abandoned by the fleeing drummer
whose melody morphed
from something that soothed the princess’ heart
to a king’s sole affliction.
I am rooted to the spot where I fell from your warm embrace,
the street corner where our dreams once met
in the sun-less wetness of an August evening.
Though I left you and miss you like a failed handshake,
I may never return
because my home goes where you go
and my lost voice echoes a call to your deaf aloofness.
If I could paper love over cracks,
you and I would be sutural bones
beneath a scalp.
About the Creator
Dujana Chakir
ing...writer Creative
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