Michelle Sho - 2
they said "fell"
dear isabelle, all that you felt! you were.
your brave, young body. alone
and so lonely 22 stories up in heaven.
we meet frequently, but oh so little do we see!
and dare to open.
i am mutilated by my love. i want you!
not myselves. the two sides-
an endless mirroring of sea and sky.
we grow to fall and fall to grow.
i never wanted it born
it wasn't meant to form
what if i know what i am
and can't stop it?
i look for qualities in people
the way i'm looking for my father in the universe.
and cry for all the wrong reasons.
dying is like sex, i don't know which is sweeter.
it pricks its own flower and horrifies my senses.
my love stuffs feathers in my brain
blanketing and choking me to a comfortable
it will calm me. calm me. my nakedness will show
no gleam. and i only smile to detract attention.
the racy flesh packed away underneath like lace lingerie.
this dizzy, buzzing, hummingbird whizzing love will not last
but i strain to kiss him across the globe!
thinking the dark spells have left me.
i'd kept the black daisies
(the ones that crave for the centre to be sucked out)
locked away from myself
2 years later they bloom in my throatbox
i cough and swallow and vomit and know i'll never be enough.
saw you for a second and you make me possible.
a love to end all love- say yes if you want it dangerously deep
i dive to welcome the ocean's warm breath, deleting me,
jellyfish tingle past, bubble, bubble, bull sharks. chasing catfish.
and gentle creature of white belly wings guides gracefully
of all the vastness of sea and the grandness of land, the shadowy ray and i
flew together touched with mutual admiration,
in time we will be prime like an expressible soup.
from the land
there was a cave
full of glowworms
with their beauty.
this is where
i want to be,
coast to cloud.
from notes of wind
a touch of hairy
spine, silky moss
crumbling in gaps
i am calm to dying
the way a chrysalis
it is the body
of science and soul
in your hands
cupping the moon of my earth
hear native stories
lovers lost for
in a field of bones
and twilight weeds
where your scars
feel like stones on the
landscape, as immoveable
mountains and gods
i tie your arms
press my heart to
poetry in single
and hope they
with my belief
you are free now
cream of the crop
how to define a destiny?
in the dirt and mud
the dry mountains and the herders
home is on the west coast
home is with angela
all the sleepless nights
you stood in protection
freedom is not free
and the water stayed black as
partial beams of light
danced like crystals over
14 silhouetted surf boats raise
their oars to the dawn
ashes are laid at sea
we drink the salt air, the
melancholia of bagpipes
you never let go of
your service is
who we are