promise

SHOW UP

Show up
with pieces of my name at your chest
and I will promise you
that all its letters
in any order
will write you through this fire
melting both our hearts

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 November, 2017

THOUGHT #191

The brighter the dream, the more vivid the detail.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8 June, 2015

A TIMELESS WAIT IN MADNESS

 

Your sweet promise
coats me like a varnish,
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless
human
skin-tight
vault.

Fatally sealed,
this timeless wait in madness,
this paused intent
of craftsmanship

one unstepped
frozen
foot ahead

contains me like a parasite,
and I, far from drowning,
hibernate within;
mirages of possibility,
seeming eons of time

– bereft of touch –

pass me by, imprisoned.

But wide awake alone,
insane,
inside this vacuumed husk,
I quench my heart

– reflection –

while my hunger,
still un-fed,
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading,
timeless,
statuesque,
and stunted soul.

I wait (believing)

baited and entombed,

for the next civilisation
to unbury me

and recreate a reason
for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 28 August, 2011

MISSING ME

A little birdy told me
that beneath your eyes
you house a nest
of promise
filled with eggs
of fortune
that contain your golden secrets;

but that they will never hatch
without the heat of a woman’s touch.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 August, 2011