emptiness

ENOUGH, AS I AM

Enough, as I am.
All of me, a star made of silver upon a chest of self-love,
sherriffing whole as I can whilst empty –
lapelled to this shirt like a butterfly with cotton wings.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 03 July 2021

COUNTLESS

So many words,
fuelled by everything,
filled with nothing.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 January 2021

JUNE

you
are the vastness of space
and i
the lungs
that are empty without you

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 June, 2017

MOBIUS

He said those words
– I can’t –
and my heart fell out of its pocket
like there was a hole in my
chest and
that very last stitch
heard him speak.
Our mobius strip
lay suddenly flattened
– I on one side and he on the reverse –
like destiny and distance
were the same bridge
too destroyed to gap.

Now I want life to end
as I lean down to hold
what’s left in my lungs,
my final breath leaving as
I fall beyond the edge
where
by some miracle
this leap of faith will save me,
felled atop arms that wait beneath
where
the only strip remaining
is the one in which
we remove each other’s clothing.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 April, 2017

EMPTY BOX

Empty Box

An empty box is filled with possibility, and nothing less.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 2nd June, 2012