From A Borrowed Night

Thursday, May 27, 2010

By Christian Ray Licen
email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com
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I cannot be as sweet as your smile tonight,
What will be left among the sugar-coated milky stars?
I cannot just speak with your lips drenched in silence;
Words have their reservation too.
I cannot just hold your calloused hands;
They too had built castles from the earth’s mouth.
Do you remember my litany of prayers?
Sort out your soiled clothes,
Do the laundry.
Make the bed-
Tidy the room; they were ripples
to your almost deafening ears.
When the roosters crowed, you were still
in Mango from an inebriated wanderlust.
You were one with the rain of excuses
And came back without a face but only soaked guilt!
Then I dried you back to sanity
There in your room where the clothesline of fiction
is hung with reality. No sun to dry it up.
I soon retired to the bed of oblivion.
After a long day’s toil-
The night was cold; the winds were harsh
And the moon was impaled and cowered by time
Until every second dripped a trickle of bloody tears-
I knew there was ‘us’
Because your dreams conspired mine.
Tonight, looking at your eyes gathering star dusts
There is only you and me
designed by grace
returned back to the universe
by Love and Forever.

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The Mirage

by Christian Ray Licen
email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com
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For the love of poetry
there’s the rain.
Falling,
as my thoughts drip from the blades of the leaves,
impalpable on the sheets
Falling,
like blizzards by the glass panes
Your perfume breaking against the smell of sewage,
Sewage against the lumps of your sweat
forming cusps in my lips.
Falling
below the muted sun
trickling down
the spine of the trunk
between my cavity and your promise.
falling, rough on your skin,
again—
Fizzling.
falling, damp on the blanket
and again—
until every scratch in your back
reminds me of water.

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"Because you left me for that stranger in the mall."

By Christian Ray Licen
email: shakespeareinlove1988@yahoo.com
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That gloomy morning
When the stars still align my view
Had I understood of reality.
Yes, I sneaked under your conscience
When you wandered in that bar
I could not imagine the thud against your voice
Which was powerless against the blitz.
How you apologized so quickly
When my words were fire to your ears
You called for the nth time
Just when I pulled my pillow.
I could not be any agreeable to my vindication
That the water in your hands gave in to my rage.
And seeing you left me for that stranger in that mall
I was contained as were the stars drenched in my blanket.
That morning never did any better
Than to wake up to the reality
That I have once lost you to my dreams.

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