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closer than near (ode to a brother)

june's rain, guitar on the eighth floor, 3:33:
the fun stopped, laughter ceased its journey for
something seriously urgent; i write in exclamation!
i love the thirteenth hour of your coming july.

secrets of the pit from induced insomnia,
so enthused about an essay that heal mother,
and put lover to sleep under babyful armpit.
such profound confessions of love, black maroon!

morning comes, sun burnt flies out of velocity,
my little toe made awake while pillow cradles
and pale quilt reveals tiny pieces of your stubble.
i love the thirteenth hour of your coming july.

then he called; mumbling kisses faraway heard,
you asked me and i said, i know when an angel
lost its magic, given its touch to another deity.
such profound confessions of love, black maroon!

arm-wide door my heart, green or purple tolerated,
fill your void with generosity, receive emptiness
from days of your uncertainty and sorrows of mine.
i love the thirteenth hour of your coming july.
such profound confessions of love, black maroon!

estherg

~ We are not blood-related but there is something about blood that we all do not know. ~

a medley to martyr

bittersweet

share a cuppa -
nicotine high
droplets in the air
she could not induce caffeine
just a sip
from classy metal.
after a love story -
so they decide
to miss someone:
he, an away lover
she, a yet discovery.
together under 7:33 moon
they each held ink
to colour tomorrow's rise
with poetries from corners
that stain white
and memories to come by
with much more to carry.
down to half from brim -
she contributed double sips
and silver-inspired heartfelts
such meaningless doings!
but much treasured
time spent
with a diva confidante.


estherg

~ I live with these memories of quite long ago. ~

Unknown. I don't want to be unknown. The little things that make me who I am. I need to share. I need to know that someone cares. That I write down dreams. That I love when it rains. I burn candles when I'm alone. More than anything, I don't want to be unknown. More than anything, no one wants to be unknown.
- Chely Wright