The States of Lovers
<p>A poem from my upcoming book FRACTURED PERCEPTIONS.</p>
<p>My states of pining</p>
<p>are a continuation with no rest stops –</p>
<p>they flow,</p>
<p>they grow,</p>
<p>they sow rains where the clouds of the mind</p>
<p>have made their home.</p>
<p>And mine is the sunshine</p>
<p>on a dry winter morning,</p>
<p>when the ice puddles crackle</p>
<p>under time’s turning wheels,</p>
<p>and children step on water</p>
<p>that tucked herself in and went to sleep.</p>
<p>My states of silence</p>
<p>are an edifice,</p>
<p>a silver chime caught in the play of the wind –</p>
<p>they bend backward,</p>
<p>they discompose,</p>
<p>they turn into lovers</p>
<p>where the hands lay with anticipation.</p>
<p>And mine is the star</p>
<p>that dies on a midsummer’s day,</p>
<p>when the air is warm and smells</p>
<p>of dust and wildflowers, and the nights</p>
<p>are cool and sing of shipless waters.</p>
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