Pluto in Your Orbit

Why did you have to break me first?
Why couldn’t it have been love
Light, and breathless,
I would have succumbed.
I would have given you everything,
Called you the names you longed to be called,
Named your eyelashes,
Crested the wide hills of your hair,
Locked my heart in the depths of your palms.
Why did it have to be broken?
Couldn’t you have been nothing
With me,
Rocked gently by the endless and bountiful emptiness that
hollowed us both, couldn’t you
Have promised yourself to a wind
As I did,
Trusting faithless in the promise of oasis
Among a violent desert?
Why did you deny me
When you knew I was water,
Alone in a desert, unmiraged and
unnamed,
unwanted,
Pluto in your orbit.
Why did you have to break me?
Sun in my eyes,
I only wanted to belong to you.

©K Paige Medina, 24 July 2018

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Waking

I wake alone in foggy lands,
untouched anew by lonely hands,
and whisper into earless nights
the secrets of my fitful geist–

(and speaking now with wand’ring tongues
from unfamiliar depths have sprung
these fathomless and foreign springs
that breathe their mists o’er ev’rything)

–and back they hiss in slyer tones,
to sleep and not to wish for home,
for home is but a distant Waking–
an upheaval of thund’rous shaking–
and lonesomeness, like starry skies,
is full to bursting with goodbyes.

Heady silence strangles thoughts
and twists my dreams all into knots
but when dawn breaks I shield my head
from the shattering of words unsaid–

(spiderwebs burdened with morning’s tears–
but mornings catch whispers and expose them as fears)

–and steel myself for the Waking hour
when silence holds a different power.

 

©K Paige Medina 09 October 2017

Bar Moment

Momentarily,
I am alone in the bar.
Tuesday afternoon spreads her
wide lips and yawns,
and only I can see it
in the neon bouncing
around the thick seat of my glass,
in the tinny music reverberating off
the halls where
many unspoken disconnections
linger.

In the peace of undisturbed liquor,
tinkling ghosts
forget for a moment
and exhale into the weekday light.

I am a visitor in this world
without expectation.

© K Paige Medina 10/11/2016