Held aloft by spotlights and musical instruments

I languidly attempt to break through ambivalence

My delicate soprano echoes in tones morose

And I silently debate my ability to engross


Unable to tell sock and buskin from this countenance o’ mine

Memorized verses and undisclosed soliloquies intertwine

There’s laughter in the peanut gallery, though not for the punchline

But it’s only a reminder that the stage is mine




Yesterday night, I finally discovered the taste of your lips

I understood that my imagination could never do you justice

At last, I was tenderly cradled in the bosom of happiness


Yesterday night, I drifted through the endless prairies of your eyes

Traveled through miles and eons by the tip of your tongue

Fathomed the sensation of an island receiving a castaway ashore


Yesterday night, I was invincible

Sure of everything I’d ever wanted to know

Free of doubt and full of wonder


Yesterday night, you visited me in my dreams

I awoke with the sensation of emptiness in my chest

Your proclamations of love will remain whispers of my imagination

I will forever wonder about the taste of your lips





Pingos pingam pancadas

Cinza se desfaz em lençóis

Ruínas e impurezas levadas

Enquanto se ocultam os sóis


Pequenas explosões geram mudez-

Grandes cortinas me dão lucidez

Paz se origina de contradição

Me põe a dormir feito uma canção


E então, o aguaceiro

Com seu tiro certeiro

Me encontra em meu lar

E lhe toma o lugar

Derrete as paredes do meu frágil abrigo

Me protege, me acalma, e chora comigo.





his uneven breathing

like lapping waves

a songstress’s soft calls

of pleasure and decadence


passion and fire



through paper thin walls


birds singing

from behind bars

inside their gilded cages


impossibly tall branches

tangle with clouds

as our roots do the sheets