OF LOVE AND DREAMS

 My summer fell in love with the equinox reciting haikus as their mouth forgets of adieu that is inevitable. 

Do you know every war is remembered, every blood shed is written down and every heart break is mocked? 

Do you know red has many shades from my menstrual blood to soft blush of your cheeks?

There is a city in my palm,pale like a widow's tears where we met on an evening 

I let dust settle in it 

so that it will be easy to ignore 

There is a song in my head I studied thoroughly like a history date to be remembered 

I let the storm to steal it so that it will be easy to forget .

Lamenting hugs in the envelope fragile to carry my real emotions, 

a red stamp reading a place no longer exists with a smirk. 

Loss of a lover's lap unique as a finger print of our own where revolutions and mutinies slept.

The Radcliff line on the wrists where we played t poppy seeds.

Stolen snippets from Dickinson to adorn the yellowing wallpaper of a hostel room.

Plucked heart resembling a pretty hibiscus found in side a steel tin.

A tray of cupcakes in the kitchen floor while tears mix in bath tub. 

A carpet of lavender where you walk with someone else in your arms whispering "I do".

I dream of my own funeral where you will come with a rose and will never ask me anything.

And that's the other dream I can dream of.

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