Triad

The lidless nights
depart with an unjust you;
utterly unjust between the moments of 'Us'.
Hence I subtract 'me' to sanctify the rest.

Some dreams are
miserably chromatic,
so I have spared
a little more darkness
for you to palpebrate.

One day, I may need
to bedim my face
with the oddments left
and---
I shall cipher love into silence.


V@@S...

Raincoat

It's December that always deceives.
Unlike other winters, here I draw a life
into maps; maps of different seasons.
I put aside the winter and hold the rain for me.

Every thing is different with december.
Some dreams are borne neath the blanket
and burnt neath the same,
except a few stolen to sustain my identity
with the Raincoat.

V@@S..