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
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
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 un-stepped frozen foot ahead
–
contains me like a parasite and
I, far from drowning
hibernate within
Eons of time bereft of touch
pass me (imprisoned) by
but
wide awake, alone, insane
inside this vacuumed husk, I
quench my heart
– reflection –
while my hunger
(still unfed)
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
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