From A Borrowed Night

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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