grief feelings

I feel him
breathing here
so close and near
the one
with thoughts
to cut
with blues
and roundabouts
in blood
with cherry blossom
colored mind
I feel his presence
and claustrophobic  bind
we play a game
of not a word
who doesn’t spill
a drop or sort
of vocal vibe
(could be described
as childish sobs
or elders’ wheeze)
the silence
our chick
to please
is puffing
on a heart full pipe
and tossing moonlight
on the shades to slipe
we share
the same brain cell
where
common sense
learned
how to crave
and dwell
and now
somehow
a galaxy
gives birth
to nothing

keep tossing
silence
please
keep tossing
that moonlight
on the shades
you are the one
who loves
to hate
those crumbs
of words
about the worlds
where I
could live
without the mister grief

someday
on some abandoned eve
when burnt
inside the cell
my breath becomes
a thief
to steal
all reasons
to be numb
I will let in
some birds to hum
and bring in beaks
dimensions to believe 
the coordinates of soul…

December 17, 2018