Birthmark

On the eve of his birth, I came to caress
The mark on his chest, a somber lament
Shapeless and void of blood but etched on flesh.
Blacking by the day since the lash begun appearing
Cells too sad for procreating
To this day the charm still holds, still folds
unintentionally to his cheek to his tongue
Pulled back by the hairs he outgrew from the sun.
And the billions of stars he stole to this day
Swallowed his face with an irreparable grace
Leaving the banquet to empty suitors
With blind and unyielding tumors.

Pressure

We’re farther away than we thought

Nearer than we expected

Neither of us complain

We’re better misplaced but found

Streamlines cover the molds

And the fumes no longer loosen

Watered here we grow

We’re better kept and summed

With all our parts we cherish

The silent taste of doubt

We’re tending to our garden

We’re better touched and found