Sakura

These soft pink explosions

shall burst in your eyes

the way my senses do

every time you unravel yourself,

petal by pastel petal,

as the lone blossom

in the wasteland of my heart. 

(Published, Metaphor Magazine, June 2014)

Between the Spaces of Falling Beads

If only we were delicate as the faint light

peeling from the edges of clouds

we could've heard the wisdom

between the spaces of falling beads

and walked in the rain finally
despite our misguided fear

of building pools in our pockets.